The Art of Tetman Callis Poems anger management

anger management

as i f*ck my hands harder than i have f*cked any woman in quite a long time
i am engaging in
with the corners of my mouth turned down
my breath harsh-exhaled from between my stained and rotting teeth
spittle running down my chin and i stink
from the rancid lotion
from the unshowered underarms
from the sh*t-flecked anus
and i am forty-five years old and i am nothing

but i will not be nothing
i will not surrender
i will die and be reborn
i will kill myself and give myself life as only a god may do

watch this space

(Copyright 2023 by Tetman Callis.)

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