October 22, 2003


  • I win motherfucker.
    Because I’m still alive.
    Because your sense of righteousness in my life non-abides.


     


    I know you’re into this to-and-fro like an argument
    between Pope Julius and Michelangelo.
    You’d magnify death itself, bruise its repose,
    and challenge life’s sanctity.
    All for a chance at dissing me.
    But my heart and soul are quicker than your lie.
    And I confess to no regret in beating you


    to the punch


    line: I fingered a cream-filled Twinkie


    at lunchtime.

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