Ream of Margaret: My Lolita
Those words are in my insides,
trying to burst out like a thousand hogs.
Ready to trample the do-gooder
who unlocked the door to the slaughterhouse.
That delicate lexis of yours
makes me want to
touch Lo, torture Lo.
Re-consider what’s moral,
and look twice at the girl’s swollen…
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