"annabella" poems
PLEASE NOTE: DIALOGUE MUST BE READ IN A BRITISH ACCENT.
and she, in dismay, said to him
"Benjamin, just who do you think you are sitting there with your **** out like that?!"
Annabella knew right away that what said wasn't valid.
"aww come on Beli, you know what a cheater smells like now dont you?"
"thats enough! go straight to your bedroom!"
"Im sorry bub, but we are still in this chariot, got a few more streets and alleys to be wobblin on."
"why dont you just **** my **** you french kissin mugger. I never want to see the northern lights with you."
"go on then ya **** off with your head"
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 6:04 PM UTC
you can keep going indefinitely…
but you will stop.
any whiff of scandal is romantic.
and every liberty, slavery
to unclean thought.
your clubbed foot is your
half-sister… but your genius
is married to mania.
all boy with too many parabolas
to be a man of any
treacle heart.
your Annabella wants money
and you can’t live
without it.
but you can’t live
enough.
and Doubt
doubts
It,
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 7:12 AM UTC