Worthless

You aren't even worth
the period at the end of a
...well you know me and cliches
never could stand for them
stand them
stand by them
stand near or under them
Paint me purple
with a dash of chartreuse
which by the way is green
not blue, or pink
like the girl in the red dress said
you know, the one with the personality
of one of those cocktail umbrellas
that can only shade you
from the darkness of a drink
...Pour me into that ashtray
near the end of the night
along with the spittings of a 7 dollar holler
That got to this party
with a ride from
ya tu sabes who picked her up on 28th street
A block away from the paradise
of another 20 bag.
But she really needed the money
for her seven kids...
And to think, u paid for her habit
And she didn't swallow.
She didn't drink you like an alcoholic does some scotch
but not on the rocks
Ella no bebio de lo tuyo mijo
maybe she didn't like that cock
Porque en Puerto rico ese animal se amanece
And no one wants to get up that early.
Even for 20 bucks to buy some
Even for the priveledge of egesting your come.
you should just smoke yourself
and listen to the sizzle when you drown in me
and your smoke dissolves back into the room
you weren't even worth the gas it took for my lighter to light you
she sure didn't think u were worth the use
of throat muscles to pull your
manly, warm, melt-in-your-mouth-never-your-hand, asshole-flavored happy juice
down the road most traveled.
And you actually felt good about her sucking you.
only to spit you out.
I was wrong before...
You aren't even worth the period
at the end of this poem