domsing bad, wee butt tender, hungrier than a mothered flincher

i think this was just a whatsapp message i sent and then thought ah well that’ll do for poetry today. and then at some point later i thought, ‘maybe i should change the incestuous swearword to something more (and less) family friendly.’ it probably isn’t going to be remembered as one of the all time best lines in the english language. i guess this is all a very elaborate way of telling the world that in early january of 2024, my butt hurt from deadlifts