MICHAEL MARROTTI

MICHAEL

MARROTTI

"BACTERIAL INFECTION"

Not given

enough

to love

falling

into hate

The subtlety

of a middle

finger

Frown lines

upon the

faces

Tainted juices

flowing through

the strip

Kisses

that taste

like penicillin

Confessions

of a

promiscuous

mind

Degenerate

priests

reciting a

sermon

This love

has gone

to waste

All that's left

is a bacterial

infection

"AN OBNOXIOUS POEM"

I maybe

the only

non-drinking

poet of the

21st century

spilling his

sentimental

blood on this

digital display

But my ladies

know these

fingers can

do more than

just typing

Nobody

is praising

my writing

it's no

sweat off

my cock

I get my

accolades

in a sexually

gratifying

way

So you can

keep those

little likes

for some

other poet

who's

accustomed

to the art of

self-gratification

At times

I can use

some help

getting it up

Although

I'm never

short when

it comes to

assistance

My poetry

has worked

like a charm

I've been

sucked dry

of my

inspiration

Fondling

two sets

of tits

Running

out of

verbs

but always

equipped

with ladies

at my

residence

eager to

do the thing

"NONE OF THE ABOVE"

If it was

within

my power

to go back

in time

Make

that

right

instead

of

left

Realign

the stars

Turn

the moon

until it

showed

the bright side

Or simply

shut that door

which would've

prevented

you from feeling

the way

you're currently

feeling

I would've

chosen

none of

the above

You've made

your choice

You chose

to suffer

MICHAEL MARROTTI