Poem #2,759 | Ski Cunts

See ‘em –
visor-bound arses
on ski slopes seeking thrills
on fake snow –
flying in to a
villa filled with other cunts –
heading downhill fast –
wish
‘em broken bones next –
Far
on another run
[engorged &
hard] as late snow melts off
schedule –
it will all be gone
& then ski cunts will fuck off