For ***** and giggles, and moans and groans,
Allow me, Love, to jump your bones.

O.O

The moon tonight doth wear a shroud
    Of crimson-orange ether,
And seems a pumpkin with flight endow'd,
    Nor with a rooted tether.

The night is warm; the breeze doth loll
    Upon the shadow's creeping;
And autumn very soon will fall,
    And bring with it more sleeping.

                              August 29, 2015

O.O

A poet lies here very often:
When not about, he’s in his coffin.

O.O

A gummy connoisseur,
The worms that I prefer
Are red with human blood.
They're just so ******* good!

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One and the same are God and the Devil:
The God of Good is the God of Evil.

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The guy bangs awful, horrid creatures:
    To touch these things you wouldn't dare:
And undeterred by beastly features,
    He'll stick his slimer anywhere.

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Why use a gun
   To ****?
Where is the fun?
   The thrill?

For taking life,
   I attest  
A butter knife
   Is best.

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