This is a poem by Andrew Bevard, who's a fellow dishwasher at the restaurant I work at. It's the most intellectual dish pit in the state!!!
She waddled up to my front door
from the street
A real donut of a woman
Caked in layers of frosting and glaze
She was ugly; had the sexual appeal
of an abscessed tooth
She came inside
Her scent was reminiscent of wet dog
and overcooked Brussels sprouts
I was simultaneously excited and nauseous
I was going to fuck her.
She shit in my bed