here he is
in his bed, so scared
he can’t move,
he’s just,
forgotten,
how,
to move,
he’s maybe five years old?
here he is, in his bed, it’s green, he’s terrified
and
he’s staring at the
star stickers above him (behind it is the sky
and in the sky there are missiles that go boom and kill you)
here he is, he’s yeah five years old, he keeps fixating on the stars, petrified,
with his idiot face:
kill him.
here he is
he’s petrified in an apartment building stairwell in Montparnasse
looking like a moron ,
his eleven-year-old dick
in the mouth
of a guy who sucks little boys’ dicks,
once again
he doesn’t move
(again!)
he never moves when it’s time
to disappear quick;
what a fucking wimp.
a total loser
to end up alone
in a stairwell
in France
with a guy who sucks little boys’ dicks
he shuts his eyes, now’s
the moment:
kill him.
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