Two Poems By Amy-Jean Muller

That man

Fuck the man who drinks too much
who skirts over his words,
fuck the man who sings too much
makes music with silly
and fuck the man
who eats too much
yet criticize my curves,
and fuck the man who
takes the cash
for less work than I serve.
And fuck the man who told me here,
told me there, so keen.
Fuck the man who loves too much
who masturbates to teens.
I told you once, I told you twice, I told you three times more.
In short shirt looking pretty you say
I’m the fucking whore?

Idle Hands

I buried the last one of them,

then decided to overthrow the government. 

I thought, ‘Let the devil make work of it,’ as I washed the blood from idle hands. 

But now it’s late again, and I’m tired. 

So I pour my whiskey-dinner and use the last of my cocaine. 

Amy-Jean Muller is an artist, writer and poet from South Africa who lives and works in London. She explores topics such as culture, memory, identity, and sexuality. She aims to create a snapshot of experience and narrative with a non-traditional approach. She also likes whiskey, afternoon naps and nihilistic musings.

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