left my gender in the cave
in between the layered shale
shifting stony earthen grave
rearranged i now regale
any passing knight or knave
with my sedimental tale
do not seek my soul to save
or believe the richter scale
underneath each tidal wave
see a strike-slip fault prevail
who am i should i behave
so unlike genetic male
pedicure and aftershave
hot doc pep and ginger ale
dirt and oil and coal. i crave
Squirt! pls boil in holy grail
The poet they probably shouldn’t have sent. I watch anime and am sometimes accused of reading books. I'm writing a long gay giant robot story in verse—probably this millennium's best yuri mecha epic poem, through lack of competition.
'Now praise those names on tombs of steel engraved | And toll this rotting country’s countless bells.'
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