Numbers Game

I can count on my fingers

all the occasions you

crisscrossed dick-faced lied to me

that is

if I had eight arms like

an octopus or Kali.

I was counting

on you coming through, you

no-account bastard

and now I am counting coup,

counting down the seconds

until I count you out for keeps.

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