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"dolan" poems
My bike got stolen Outside a KFC It wasnt Dolan It was a guy I couldnt see He ran fast, faster than light Wasted some kool aid on the floor And then he was out of sight I didnt even reach the door
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Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
Watermelon House
mary joe tescilli bir fahişe gündüz taşakta dostuyla gece sabaha dek durakta biraz egolu ve bencil biri mesajla yürür avına oldukça kibar gerçi güzellik sıfırın altında bana sorsan bı sıkımlık karı sikik bir gizem yaşatıyor içinde sanırsın darı ambarı gizem tanımı ne olabilir yalan, dolan dipsiz kuyu mary joe bu bugün aşığım der yarın, siniz-li, sunuz-lu ama uyandırayım franco'ya üflediği gibi sessiz takar boynuzu orospu işte yine de tam bir profesyonel diyemem ilgi ve alaka bağımlısı fakat ne tezat bi durum azgın olsa da bir kalbi var değil mi? neticede insan peki ya, gerçekler? kırdığı cevizlere bulaşan pis kan? duyuyorum şarkı söylerken ip asıyor mandala bu halini bile bile hangi öküz girer tarlaya diyorum ama dinleyen kim? ahh mary joe biliyorum isteğin bu değil yürek hoplatan biri olsun diyorsun gezelim sarmaş dolaş deniz kıyılarında hiç olmazsa bir kez öpsün kırk yıl bitmesin aşkı özlesin saat başı nihavendi, hicazımı kim bilir gerçek olur belki bi posta atar sana ama sadece bi posta belki de oldu misyoner uzandın yatağa ahh mary joe.. uykusuz mary joe işven yutulur sanma göt attığın yolların cünup sabahlarındasın.. ..
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Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
Mary Joe Adında Bir Fahişe
Awoken in a wood of dark and eerie I find myself alone and lost with an arising feeling of anxiety amidst the ash in the thick air that leaves a sour and bitter taste, filling my lungs with despair. The sudden unbearable heat from the lifeless forest around me pulses like a heartbeat. As I walk beneath the scorched and rotten to discover my Lover isolated before me in a world where I am forgotten. Dolan, my Dearest, effortlessly strides towards the distraught, roaming soul and with a saddened lack of pride he speaks to me calmly and awaits for the precise explanation as to “Why have you strayed from our fate?” Despite the uncomfortable torridity I manage to utter a sentence or two: “I do not wish to trouble thee! You see, for I have no recollection of where I could possibly envision, for us, the proper direction.” My guide then willfully took my hand leading me to a massive, clear sphere in which controls the eternity of the ******
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Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
Canto I
Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected]                      The High Priest Kisses King Herod’s (Hands)                          His Eminence the Cardinal of New York The High Priest kisses King Herod’s (hands) And joins him for a feast of mockeries and lies Giving the tyrant for his crimes a pass Laughing at Truth as civilization dies Over lobster and beef they pity the poor While robed in white ties and evening gowns And silken ecclesiastical couture (One of them has visions of papal crowns) Gluttony and scorn at a rented manse - All that is missing is Salome’s dance
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Oct 19, 2024
Oct 19, 2024 at 12:21 PM UTC
Cardinal Dolan Kisses King Herod's (Hands)