*ona mruga oczyma jak sra, czy jak szczy*?
(concerning one of my cats in the garden
easing the **** or bladder,
whichever - imagine saying it's a baby
when it's should be said: retract that idea of
nappies and breastfeeding, watch Prometheus -
girl quick on the mark, alien tadpoles ahoy!);
you'd love to see the rainbow of curses
i littered the ground around me -
all because i overslept my doctor's appointment
over the phone -
hell knows no womanly furies,
it's kitted out with them as standard -
mind you, it's about time to encounter
if not simply invite Dr. Zhivago to cool
things down -
such trivialities as only a woman
might know to be the basis of infuriated assault -
and about a thumb's length of whiskey
on an empty stomach, and three coffees...
shit's buzzing...
after vacuuming the house i make my oaths:
yes, the 21st century Homeric heroes to mind,
our modern heroes: heroism equivalent of
paying the gas bill -
entertainment value? zilch:
unless you're bound to be watching Odysseus
take the longest yawn spanning into the 22nd century.
no... i didn't have a rich father, but
they managed ******** into my mouth anyway,
no wonder all i get to say is: it stinks -
alter?
*nasrali mi do gęby,
nic dziwnego że mówie: smród!
smród!
nie jeden balas w szambie tym samym
demokratycznym słowem powie: smród
i rozkaz męczybuły nad głos!
a tu jakiś Kossak pięścią... sto razy wdepte
ci dekalog: dwór! dwór! nie pałacyk...
buda! buda, psie marnego skinienia
w aport! hujnia i homonto!
oraj pole... jebana mać oraj złote włókno
by przestał głód pytać o gram
sytu! oraj!*
beauty of out a loss in temperament,
no cocktail party for miles...
if you look closely you can
spot a Belgian field of poppies;
god the English malaise of attempting to curse...
the easiest curse in English is identified
as courtesy - sorry means as much as **** off*.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 10:43 AM UTC
*ona mruga oczyma jak sra, czy jak szczy*?
(concerning one of my cats in the garden
easing the **** or bladder,
whichever - imagine saying it's a baby
when it's should be said: retract that idea of
nappies and breastfeeding, watch Prometheus -
girl quick on the mark, alien tadpoles ahoy!);
you'd love to see the rainbow of curses
i littered the ground around me -
all because i overslept my doctor's appointment
over the phone -
hell knows no womanly furies,
it's kitted out with them as standard -
mind you, it's about time to encounter
if not simply invite Dr. Zhivago to cool
things down -
such trivialities as only a woman
might know to be the basis of infuriated assault -
and about a thumb's length of whiskey
on an empty stomach, and three coffees...
shit's buzzing...
after vacuuming the house i make my oaths:
yes, the 21st century Homeric heroes to mind,
our modern heroes: heroism equivalent of
paying the gas bill -
entertainment value? zilch:
unless you're bound to be watching Odysseus
take the longest yawn spanning into the 22nd century.
no... i didn't have a rich father, but
they managed ******** into my mouth anyway,
no wonder all i get to say is: it stinks -
alter?
*nasrali mi do gęby,
nic dziwnego że mówie: smród!
smród!
nie jeden balas w szambie tym samym
demokratycznym słowem powie: smród
i rozkaz męczybuły nad głos!
a tu jakiś Kossak pięścią... sto razy wdepte
ci dekalog: dwór! dwór! nie pałacyk...
buda! buda, psie marnego skinienia
w aport! hujnia i homonto!
oraj pole... jebana mać oraj złote włókno
by przestał głód pytać o gram
sytu! oraj!*
beauty of out a loss in temperament,
no cocktail party for miles...
if you look closely you can
spot a Belgian field of poppies;
god the English malaise of attempting to curse...
the easiest curse in English is identified
as courtesy - sorry means as much as **** off*.