Tag: fiction
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Fucking after fighting crime
Always on the lash Gun toting badass with a lasso and a brass badge Throwing bad guys in the tank, they needed an Irish to tame yanks Abrasions, too hard when I wank A maiden, my ass, that slot stank Didn’t stop me eating it after a spanking Flag, banners star spangled Gun angled to…
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Orgasm as miracle condiment
My woman’s pre-Flood tall; seems, seen standing, on stilts To reach that flooded coochie leap like a salmon Pussy so tight night before exams, cramming No marmalade here, this cock I’m jamming but not as Marley sang it Jacob Marlay clanging clanking, that much in the bank. Vault’s unsealable. Revealed solely to me, full moon…
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A Harlot’s Progress – I
In a dirty spot full of spotty fluid swappers, a whoredom Lewd cathouse slappers with bare bottoms And coughlike laughs enjoy some boredom while they’ve got it Cavorting, erection-sporting Lord Wharton OG Hellfire Club’s warden and first foreman Black masses, flaming cats their performance Ire’s target, from moral reformers Eventually raiders came knocking on such…
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Gardenchild
A yew strangely reposed, yet no less stately Gorgeous rose razor throated A sacred few knelt by a pool Guards closed in and The Youth ran and his linen unspooled Running naked fool; running naked fugitive A huge, deluge-wielding moon cast Gethsemane in gloom.
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A horrible death
Unwinding by rhyming Binding myself inevitably to a side A house built strong and high, away from judging tides Hiding pricked-pride brine-bricked Atlantis Millions of tents wrought from animal hides across my land’s span Went from panhandling to land management, keep goals in mind Belief subsides, appears to disappear, but never dies Non-stop sirens brush…
Alchemisland 