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"conondrum" poems
so, he's there whistling through his missing front teeth, he slobbers and pretends to stutter, but he still manages to call me papa smurf... why the **** am i papa smurf? so i ask him... he replies saying, you seen yourself in the mirror lately? why aren't you shaving that ****** off?    oh right... the **** can't be bothered, saving up on razors and what not... conversation soon changes and i'm out of the picture of interest...     papa smurf... **** me... next time he'll be brining the grizzly bear metaphor: to be honest, kids below the benchmark of 1m tall find bearded men fascinating, they shy away hiding behind their parents' legs, but they still peer at the ***** phenomenon: yeah, i know, my face doesn't exactly look like a **** good luck trying to sort out your puberty conondrum years later having tested this ugly mug. well, last time i was buying beer i was winking and making 4 ****** expression per second while suggesting i was hallucinating looking at this blonde haired boy... wh'ah? wh'ah? you heard me! he kept looking at me!    so i kept flicking the switch and asking for the nervous eyelid twitch to match a donkey he might recognise... i guess it worked, minus the lightbulb moment: either side of the equation; guess that means: win win; ah, the magnetism of the correlated both of: young, & old; i sometimes wish i impregnated a ***** that could have appreciated me as fulfilling the role of daddy... oh well... better laugh, better cry, than finding the everyday mundane reality of the thought of: what could have been.
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Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
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papa smurf
so, he's there whistling through his missing front teeth, he slobbers and pretends to stutter, but he still manages to call me papa smurf... why the **** am i papa smurf? so i ask him... he replies saying, you seen yourself in the mirror lately? why aren't you shaving that ****** off?    oh right... the **** can't be bothered, saving up on razors and what not... conversation soon changes and i'm out of the picture of interest...     papa smurf... **** me... next time he'll be brining the grizzly bear metaphor: to be honest, kids below the benchmark of 1m tall find bearded men fascinating, they shy away hiding behind their parents' legs, but they still peer at the ***** phenomenon: yeah, i know, my face doesn't exactly look like a **** good luck trying to sort out your puberty conondrum years later having tested this ugly mug. well, last time i was buying beer i was winking and making 4 ****** expression per second while suggesting i was hallucinating looking at this blonde haired boy... wh'ah? wh'ah? you heard me! he kept looking at me!    so i kept flicking the switch and asking for the nervous eyelid twitch to match a donkey he might recognise... i guess it worked, minus the lightbulb moment: either side of the equation; guess that means: win win; ah, the magnetism of the correlated both of: young, & old; i sometimes wish i impregnated a ***** that could have appreciated me as fulfilling the role of daddy... oh well... better laugh, better cry, than finding the everyday mundane reality of the thought of: what could have been.
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