Reb Livingston


         
                 





The Miser(ables)Ours AloneThe Spirit to Adopt




The Miser(ables)


A fat(ter) girl boards the tour bus wearing her “University Hot Stuff” tee and
suddenly my shoes are miserable


The country Frenchman shoves his Mickey-hat(ted) daughter and suddenly I
ha(te) him and mut(ter) something more miserable


Being the gut(ter) girl, the guttural listener is all la la hmmm Napoleon la la
mercy hmmm


Yes, thrilled to be your spokeswo(man), America, no I’m being facetious, I’m still
miserable, more so now than before


I say, dear sir, please step away from the window, France does not want to see
your wiener





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Ours Alone


our udders bare, our udders bad, our misunderstanding
who's the cow and who's for free?


I got your invisible thread, I got it right through here
BAHHHH, that's one fucked frequency you got


and I got your throwaway phrase
kissing, wow, makes me feel downtown


that little possibility lovers stopped negotiating
here's where the barnyard ends


so tired, scratching words, sad sad devils
all I wanted, surprise, surmise, circumcised





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The Spirit to Adopt

She thought she was going to die, he never returned
her messages, but eventually he did and by then
she remembered he was a cowardly moral relativist 
and all she wanted was witty banter fucking.


   
   
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