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Lucien Freud
To not make things, to not force things to do what You need them to do, to not make shit suck what you need it to Suck, and I’ve got good words for lessons, her blue lesions are Shit that she sucked in a warm rain, the warm rain sucked the green chute Which should have cleaned its own waste in her collar, your mother, The try, you know it’s To not make shit suck To not make thinks mean a more than more you suck the full length of your mother and she flies out the other end without brooms dangling into a woman’s lisp, Ceramics and signals, Dishes in your lap.