I have this sobriquet,
some say,
of being a naughty poet.
But why should what’s there, underneath us,
be figuratively beneath us, and shouldn’t it
more frequently come between us?
That’s my ethos
about the penoth
and the clitoroth
and the propagation of the spethoth.
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 7:37 AM UTC
I have this sobriquet,
some say,
of being a naughty poet.
But why should what’s there, underneath us,
be figuratively beneath us, and shouldn’t it
more frequently come between us?
That’s my ethos
about the penoth
and the clitoroth
and the propagation of the spethoth.
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