what sells

Fedor Butochnikow
Poetry Sphere
Published in
Jul 15, 2024

Cheap ice cream sells,

drugs & alcohol sell,

obnoxious talking heads on social media sell,

you know what else sells?

mom’s dirty underwear,

3 girls 1 cup,

amputated MILFs atop horses that look like elephants,

blind prime minister high on contaminated water,

world’s first cat president,

but above all,

ladies and gentlemen,

nothing sells better than 𝒎𝘰𝙣𝓮𝙮,

not the hot cakes on a minus 42 celsius in northern Saskatchewan,

not even the first 3 lines of a real good poem narrated by deep voice,

God, not even when you are a starved journalist in a dark Cuban cell, and fresh chicken soup smells like Jesus Christ’s return!

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Fedor Butochnikow
Poetry Sphere

I seek meaning in writing: old, new print, poetry, allegories, tales, absurdism, satire, existentialism, and anything well-crafted. Dystopian fic is alluring!