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The Most Disgusting Poem I've Ever Written; or, When You are Gay and Fighting it Your Closet is a ****** (MLP)

I am sorry for ruining all vaginas for you

I hope you can recover eventually

She said

 

I hate to burst your **** bubble

But I’ve slid some lies between your thighs

When howling at your moon wasn’t so much praise

As it was longing for a change of ***** scenery

 

People change?

 

How I feel right now

is like when one time I was sick

And my parents recorded a show I watched

so I could watch it later

And at the end of the show

there was a number for a contest to go to space camp

 

I called that number

It was disconnected

I always find out the important stuff

A little late

 

I cried that day

 

I just wanted to go to space camp

 

And I just wanted someone to love me like a black hole

A warm black hole to put all my love into

**** me in and fix me like there’s no turning back

I mean in the darkness of space

They all look the same

All yank at you turbulent and fiery head rush passion

 

I mean we all love the same

 

So I am sorry I overshot your Venus

To crash land in Uranus

A semi-purposeful curious passion

 

You coulda yelled ****

We felt like ****

When we walked away

 

Parts of me have always been missing

And I tried to fill the gaps with you

Problem is when you might be gay and are fighting it

Your closet is a ******

 

Not your fault your beard looked funny on my ****

You can’t wear a person like an accessory

I can’t slap her like masculinity till I feel straight again

Some things aren’t right

I’m not right

And you are so messed up now

Because you have this superpower to turn men gay

 

You can’t turn men gay

You can only remind them of the pain that lies

In lying to themselves when they know

None of this feels right

 

None of it will

 

Dear former lover

Former black hole body

Former holder of my confusion

And filler of my empty spots

 

I ****** up by ******* you

 

I ****** up

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Written by
jon-tobias
American
Published
May 22, 2012
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First 2 lines donated by Erica Davids. 4th line donated by Dylan Bradley. Taking a break from an essay about Blake and Shelley to write this. Two more days and I am done with school and can come back to HP more often. Also I am fully away of the vulgarity of this poem and you are welcome to unfan me. Thank you.

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