i once stated:
my allegiance to the tongue
overpowers my
allegiance to the body...
sir...
(insert snigger
out of repose
being able to laugh at
oneself) -
      and this remains true,
the rest? truant.
the tongue remains with
me beside a need for
a body...
             i no longer need
claim of claimant,
i am here for
the claim of ownership,
it's a part of me,
you'll get this tongue when
you cut off my tongue
prior!
that's, how, i, will,
part with it,
  under do Irish circumstance
unless it be spoken
by a Gaelic!
                 *******
Broonie...
               wow!
slang!
   and from the lips that didn't
even pucker up the courage
to kiss a trumpet /
modestly aimed at the sax...
a ******* Broonie...
fancy that...
                  i think that's
called Irish in the royal
household....
               sometimes a  broom,
other times a Shamie...
****!
         a second slang term!
                   you had your turn;
my turn;
god, watching her dance...
who?
       Alexandra Burke...
got a hard-on for ebony...
had to **** one off..
                       never in my life
the desire for contrast!
              that age old fascination for
******* black chicks...
        it never abides to sit
quiet and become the teachers' pet...
loud mouth always has inkling
to the fetish...
                   ivory beauties the
whole lot of them,
no wonder Solomon was compelled,
given that Sheba was African.