Michael Marrotti

Everything Is Exploitable

I wanted her
to suck the
boredom out
of my soul
It’s been
lingering for
years now
like my
who became
a stalker

I wanted to be
the one who
declined her
She needed to
taste something
besides the
of a predictable

Once the
fell into
my hands
I ruined it
on purpose
A disaster
is what
I needed

She ended up
saying yes
in the end
I fucked her
the wrong way
on purpose
It was only I
who enjoyed
an orgasm

It was
she only
fucked me
of my title

How’d it feel
to be stuffed
by a selfish
mediocre poet
who exploited
your body and
wrote about it


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