Rejected Poem – Santiago Aguado

September 26, 2026

Rejection
From lucrative,
Bit jobs
Is the highest form of fuckery.

My oranje Sunkist
Tasted like your lips,
Eyebrows, and teeth
My orange teeth

I am a robustly
Angry man right now,
A TransAm motherfucker
Wearing malditos sean los botines

E intentando de comer mis pastillas
De mi botiquín,
And thinking all day
That I am dead

My death is serious to me
I have never won a World Cup
(Assisted by the Hand of God)
I would like to
I would like to

Then
There’s the matter of your hair.
I will shave your head
Like Natalie Portman
And you will sculpt yourself blindfolded

And I will say HALT!
Ayo who goes there?
And you will say:
I am a helicopter
Brrr