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some of my poems
I figured you guys never read my poems so i'd post a few as time progresses-see what yall think of them. this is not the roses are red/violets are blue stuff.
it's very urbanized. very read aloud to get the flow kinda poems-some may even hurt your tounge trying to wrap around the words....enjoy.
CANDY STORE (TO READ ALOUD/REFLECT/DIGEST)
I wake up in the middle,
the night is gone but the day is not yet to rise,
but it's no surprise to my eyes with one look to my thighs,
My labido is on the rise,
My sweet tooth is rounding,pounding,hounding astounding!
for something warm,sticky,sweet,juicy and wet,
I look for a smoke to calm my nerves,
No swizzlesticks,no licorice whips,
I open up a carton-an empty box of trix,
So I sniff on a whip,
Ballon Hot crush five,
Candy piping striping whore,
I strip,equip, and with a snip, I zip,
To the local candy store,
It's shaped like a lion,
PInk as a clown,
And I drown in the sounds pounding around,
As i enter the threshold an upside down rainbow frown,
For the lords of the troubles I pay it up on the doubles,
two lincoln bills,slick as ills as I kill for the chills of the frills of syrupy sticky bun thrills,
HUbbabubbalicous, hubble bubble yum,
And Im green like a thumb,
Looking at the action that's begun,
Blowing up like bubble gum,
Another zip off the whip and N-O-2 means:Numb, dumb and full of yummy,
cum all ye faithful,The drummer boyz play their beat,
as I seat in the sweet petal powered meat at my feet,
gyrate, pyrate, lather, rinse and repeat,
Monkey wrench is noshing with kmfdm,
A degradant candy rotting cash machine,
As the dancing red hots and black dots,
SHow theyve got the hots to trots their dirty spots,
All wicked,steamy and lean,
And I'm glue through and through,
To the red, white,black and blue cardboard paper bar,
My heart burn a cough drop covered flame,
as people stake their claim to lame game trying to scream out my name,
DOLLY!
The slow gin purple butterscotch rummy queen,
with bad mojo rollovoo-doo vision superstition
generation x ray scoping through the steam,
Through sunglasses I see classes of asses as sweet as molasses,
And stocks of cocks ready to knocks the socks of this roxy locksy fox in a box,
I came in to watch-but all the eyes are on me,
suicide slip and slide, rough ride, rising tide,
I'm stiff as a rubber tree,
The hunnys shake their parfaits,
fruity creaming double teaming triple beaming down my sugar dreaming,
with a nutshake earthquake,
wearing their vinyl rubber lamp posts set on shake and bake,
Burning retinas like the sun,
one finger to my trigger,
click,stick,dick,lick,chick,flick,bick,slick BOOM!
And i'm done,
I crawl home on my knees,
back into bed to make z's,
The panoramic black and white technicoloring my digital dreams,
I blushed on the brush of a pickled lush,
hush-hush!
Word's are'nt always how they seems,
My tummy grumbles soon after,
Rocking steayd like freddy to spaghetti,
It wan'ts some more from the store,
But I chaste it and ignore It's implore,
Swimming in sea of d-i-a-b-e-t-a-e-x-s-t-a-c-y,
Paddling my own oar.
thats about a night at the stripclub
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