poems 2 rock your soul by Paris Hilton

snow looks
so much like
cocaine, you guys

i’m serious
i’m not even
kidding, you guys

i just thought of
that, you guys
i was standing outside
all by myself,
you guys

i was just standing there,
you guys

my teeth sweat
when i imagine having
my fingernails
pulled out
and my nostrils set on fire
the ghastly ritual of information
extraction
diminishes
and
dilutes
the fecund ground
of humanity
i so get that
what i don’t get
is why you would have a sign
with an icon of a hot tub
and not have a hot tub
i can see why people called
this hanoi hilton a dungeon
don’t tell daddy
but i’m getting a suite next door at
the hyatt