Tag: poem
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Midnight handjobs at the Junior Ganymede
Old and breathtaking bean, I say! Today you look Handsomer than George Gordon fourth, And second naughtiest iteration of the title, Lord Byron Choiceless am I, and certain besides; a love behind drawn curtains. I must admire (noiselessly) thy sinewy, frontier strength Thy legs, graven stilts upholding slim Herakles ‘pon some ancient hill. Brawn much…
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Mankilling manual
Ruthful crusader, to slay dragons pregnant with stagnant flame And bold boar-faced jewels of Saxon make, and shield fragments, Which elsewise would have broken Before Billy the Bastard’s Domesday book ere opened, One must lure the beast from its cave to some open place At all times, one’s mount must be maintained In close, inside…
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Lyrebird
Can’t unsend a diss Might rent this My apprentice Rent lips Sent pics no bend this dick High bandwidth and ample data mandated to hit play on that shit Sudden dozens, we’re cousins But it stops at blood You couldn’t Walk a straight mile Without a map Walk by the old gaff Goodbye to all…
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1912
Two bottles of the finest wine A should-be-retired, much me-tired Corkman poised to uncork it Made to sigh by my beside finish line stymying He ceased enwining my coupe, stooped to hear Sneering, clearly disgruntled at some perceived rudeness; That query alone proved one patrician or rogue. Can I pay in old punts? * Icewater…
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Cows
Brad Pitt and the pendulum My sullen, bond-melting pen Penless sow’s pendulous breasts gave slow milk which depressed. It resembled liquid leather espresso. Thousands of mice ground down Flying out of a muckspreader’s mouth.
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