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Morticia Speaks French as Gomez Goes Insane with Passion Take 69 Tramp stamp and pigtails A sundress and no panties this time, No messing about with jeans. We are sitting on the sofa I have a hand between her thighs. Smoking pot and menthol camel crushes And we are talking about the novel, My first
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She Left This Death and I have unfinished business Tonight we get our affairs in order Settle an old score. I’ve been out of commission For nearly a decade, now this is going down. A Kungfu porno, her praying mantis vs my snake fist. She left this? She coos with a smile after I pull
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The White Woman’s Burden “When women go wrong, men go right after them.” — Mae West “Women are the only exploited group in history to have been idealized into powerlessness.” –Erica Jong “She’s a rich bitch ya’ know, she was raised by maids.” —Steve Zissui Our master of ceremonies has just been informed that we
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I Want I want you to hold me inside of you Like the night sky holds all moons. I want you to crucify me with bloody kisses Like I was the king of the fucking Jews. I want you to nail me to a cross Made of the shadows of my own psychosis. I just
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Death Is Coming “You can run, but you’ll just die tired.” -The Grim Reaper Death is the bull queer in the jail house of life Whose soul purpose is to sodomize us all. While we run from this reality with sensual distraction death is here to bugger us all. Yeah, death is here to fuck
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“I’m Just Here For The Beer And The Bitches” I don’t have time to bullshit with the crush bone blonde. Fading tribal tattoo wrapped around her bicep. Who interrupts my drunken scrawling!? To tell me… my poems rock. Listen lady, I’m not a whore for applause I’m a poet, a literary slut. I’m not here
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Love in the time of Snow Angels Outside just beyond the glass walls of my second story bedroom the clouds of February 2015 bury the city of faces in titanium white shrouds the cars slosh by in icy treads and the voices of my brothers as they pass each other on the thin iced sidewalk
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Pass the Vibrator A good poem is like a good fuck. It’s got to be big and thick as a porn stars cock, tight as a nuns cunt and even closer to god. It has to last long enough for even the frigid twats that spit Out politicos, CEOs, bankers, stockbrokers, pop stars and clergymen
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