Like Bullshit in a China Shop

Like Bullshit in a China Shop
Jacob Fricke

Hey, Suitmouth, watch where you point that thing.
Your words break tiers of beryl, facet-bright.

Hospital aquariums crushed and gutted by your gutlessness,
teal Mosques of clear air,
Golden Gates of free faces.

Swallow your ox-tongue before you bull into this Metropolitan;
go chew your own eyes before you hood-gag your neighbor's face.

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