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"bonging" poems
Just stick it in Pull it out Blow your load Gag her mouth. Bound and fist it, Cut zip-tied wrist then, Bathe her in warm blood bathwater. Watch her bleed out as an oozing cow mother. This is how we do it. This is how we **** **** Boiled **** and ***** nitrates, Bonging buttchug, grease infesting. This is how we **** This our mental state. Disgusting epoch, The party *** phenomenon. Drunk girls, drugged ******* Pearl necklace confection, gourmands, in stitches Plagued with itches, Stemming from ****** abuse. This is why I **** This is how I crutch. ******* on the inside. ******* on the inside. ******* on the inside.
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Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
***** Date ******* on the Inside
I think in Japanese, write down my thoughts in English, then twist it all back into sushi: a tasty bite to eat. My mind is like origami folding thoughts into meditation; meditation unfolds into a crisp sheet of city lights. I love you big much, love you big time; I love the way you giggle nervously. Titter-titter, "Tee-hee-hee!" It must be amazing to find everything so funny. Big city, sake sunset; a karaoke moon rises over a robotic, neon inception. (transmutation) Transformers, Transformers: autobotic-neurotic Bumblebee comes to the aid of Samurai Prime. "Autobots, transform!!" Bored of the bright lights? Weary of the snappy-happy gaijin doing photo-photo while they look for a sweet sakura-panpan? Then take a leisurely stroll up to Hokkaido, where there's less sucky-sucky, and more bow-down-low-austerity alongside the 108 gongs a-bonging. Chant a few prayers, speak with the sacred cedars, take a dip in the hot springs with some smiling monkeys, and watch snow fall, together. Nippon, you offer everything. I can eat 20 times a day without gaining a pound. There's always more room for miso, chanko nabe, shabu-shabu, gyozo, okonomiyaki— I am going to stop writing this list so that I don't drown in my saliva. I refuse to look back, refuse to go back to the boredom of white picket fences and hamburger dreams; I want to stay here forever. I love you big much, love you big time; totemo ureshii da. March 1st, 2012
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Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 10:17 AM UTC
Slowly Turning Japanese
Guida & Me drove up to the ***** D In my whip there was co-pilot Bryx and Captain Sleezy E We rolled up to my yerp bro Brad D's Next were greeted by Dino whos drinking a 40 Labatt Blue bonging and ponging like were competing for beer drinking glory Then its onto asweome fries, saganaki, and telling funny stories That night was crazy and a definite blast Woke up the next day to see Dino's Dad's spot and gasp! Walk into the kitchen to see Grandma Rontondo cooking homemade marinara Smelling fresher than the lobby inside of a Panera Next it's downstaris to the "Thunderdome," mindblow is all I can tell ya! The food was amazing with Uncle D on the grill Sammy the Bull said "Plastic Cups!" so that was the deal Party was wild, popping bottles in other words unreal Zoo was great, conductor swag was for real Tigers beat the Twins, and that night it was freestyling, speeches, and Labatts on chill Like the words of Willie Nelson the ***** D stays on my mind I'll never forget that trip like my brain is a VCR and has the element of rewind!
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Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 7:00 PM UTC
My First Trip To The ***** D