Fresh off existence, a friendly resistance.
Rhyming is like sighing
it’s all funny business!
Taxes relapses reshapes and prolapses.
A spinning sort of yearning
unbecoming and surly.
In the wee hours of night
big, brash, and burly
with no ending in sight.
Used to flip these switches!
Used to drill those fillings!
Used to fill up and use up
and bring in the killings!
In the stark lips of persistence
kissing me dreamily
this missed opportunity
or maybe it’s still waiting for me.
For this strict contemplation,
a musical sort of apparition
coming down from the mountain
cumming and sounding so sweet!
An insatiable appetite
of the body, c*nt, and brain
of the swimming, shining,
sinking, climbing,
failing, hoping,
reaching, groping.
Trying oh so trying
to hang on real tight,
but the flower in the bud
wants to burst open on sight!
Both the Dragon and the Phoenix
are bound to take flight!