Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Sucker
I love the word 'suck.'
I love how I say it, I love how it feels
On the tip of my tongue.
I love how it comes charging out from
The back of my throat, desperate for air.
I love the way it hangs onto my teeth
Before I spit it out.
I love the way the S comes out like a hiss,
And the way the K abruptly ends it.
I love what it means, and what it can mean.
I also hate what it implies.
I like that it is the answer for everything,
But solves nothing at all.
I love how I can say it repeatedly,
Several times in a row and it never
Stops sounding like a word.
It's a battle cry, it's a mating call, it's a warning.
I love the way it's written on paper,
I like the way it appears in type.
I love the word 'suck,'
Especially when it lays on my tongue,
Waiting to glide away from my mouth.
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I love how I say it, I love how it feels
On the tip of my tongue.
I love how it comes charging out from
The back of my throat, desperate for air.
I love the way it hangs onto my teeth
Before I spit it out.
I love the way the S comes out like a hiss,
And the way the K abruptly ends it.
I love what it means, and what it can mean.
I also hate what it implies.
I like that it is the answer for everything,
But solves nothing at all.
I love how I can say it repeatedly,
Several times in a row and it never
Stops sounding like a word.
It's a battle cry, it's a mating call, it's a warning.
I love the way it's written on paper,
I like the way it appears in type.
I love the word 'suck,'
Especially when it lays on my tongue,
Waiting to glide away from my mouth.
2-28-12
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