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Jimmy Peep Meme May 2015
Scatman John is our one true god
Look at him show off his **** hat.
His big giant Donger gets me wet.
All hail the Scatman.
Danny Oct 2019
We could kindle the twigs and the fallen leaves
Dry as a dead dingo's donger
And make a fire which burns for a while
But betimes would flicker and out it goes sooner or later

We could even build a house skillfully like the cassican
Sight to a sore eyes on completion
A beautiful paradise and definitely talk of the town
But talks are like baby fat they always disappear

We could write in the sand as we stand on the shore
The tale of our union but the tides will come
Or even inscribe on a rock the symbol of our love
There for years until denudation knocks

So I think it's better if we dig the ground
Not to keep the dead but to grow a life
As we sow a seed which grows for life
Come the seasons under the sun

A saviour on a sunny day
With nectariferous flowers bearing fruit with seeds
A zoar for birds and other figures of life
Green that adds to the already colourful work of art

Come let's plant a tree today on the spot
Where our hearts melted like iron in a furnace
As the smith forges what he pleases
Where we met after days spent following the treasure trail

Where we first kissed and nothing else mattered
But the wrestle of two lit tongues
Right where love found us and we found love
The clouds bearing witness

Though a howling gale may rise
Bring it down like the leaves in autumn
But there's always a contingency plan
Seeds that will sprout in spring
AmazingsanPoetry Mar 2020
"WITH ME"
Dwell with me, in my craziness..
Walk with me,  in my walk on the dusty track.. And let's make admiration upon our dirtiness..
A track,  no amount of canniness can avail a passer from being dust stained..
Walk a tightrope with me,  through the precarious and drier than a dead dingo's donger deserts, through the most Arctic temperate regions of the universe, we would keep each other warm...

Stay with me,  even if scanty my lot is of present..
Dance with me, amidst the wildest of chaos..
Dream with me, my wildest of dreams..
Play with me, like a child, hold not a thing back..
Swim with me,  in the river of life, together we can make it through the current flow..
Let thou and I take the sorry scheme of things entire and diffuse, stir and neutralize it.. To the desire of our soul..
sail with through the roughest of seas,  in search for a world, not in existence, yet..
Let thou and I take the sorry scheme of things entire and diffuse, stir and neutralize it.. To the desire of our soul..
Walter Alter Sep 2023
his heraldic crest
a donger and yarbles rampant
upon a field of green clover
it was a stone slab of course
donated by a few eggheads in exile
his best friends were his *******
shall we redefine the human condition
my guru continued via implication
you are tied to your ******
with many rivers to cross it's all a river
float like a butterfly sting like etc.
his heels had wings goat wings
danced merry on their way to work
there's an idea lurking in here somewhere
from the lurking transcendental government
standing guard between the seen and the unseen
try not to bleed so much kids digitize instead
this is a novelty sing along tune
hooted by two adolescent chimps
nearly inaudible due to the sound of
heavy earth moving machinery
the crowd groaned to get the signal
booed him uncompromisingly off stage
he ran into the gloom of fog and introspection
calling taxi taxi taxi in the rain
played all the frequencies at once
could have led to open rebellion
but instead was hailed a master of definitions
please make of it what you wish
since there is nothing left to do
but go bowling on rockabilly night
while madmen comics kept us ROTFLMAO
with astounding feather and glue tricks
so that his work in the aviary could have
a reaching interplanetary dimension
utterly without consequence whatsoever
the ***** press wouldn't touch it
and retired from the drapery business
it's up to us to steer this sucker
down the Grapevine and find parking
where our epic turns right on Main St.
BBQ skewers swished in the starlight
yes he was a romantic and a romanticist
Pushing the Topic up Through the Earth
was the finally finished pamphlet's title
where this goes on the graph
is anyone's guess
take it line by line
of course it was more fun
not being a running target
I am but an orphan foundling sir

From "Pageant of Naked Mischief" available on Amazon
Travis Green Sep 2023
He makes me moan to the top
When he pulls out his massive man meat
Infiltrate me, dominate my pleasure region
Squeeze onto me, kiss me fervently
Spank my buxom *****

Make me shudder
The more he peruses
The door of my delicate sweetness
Go inside me more
Escalate the heat

Feel him so deep in my guts
Such a hard, long sausage
I worship its hotness
How it throbs against my walls
How I succumb to his masculine charm

Become his hot property
Rough me up, clutch my humongous jugs
Make me feel each aggressive push
**** me in every position
*** me up standing up

Do push-ups while ******* me
Shove his ******* in and out of me
Make me sweat buckets
So loved-up and touched by his hot stuff
Feel him beat it up, make me cuss

Lust for his ruggedly handsome thugness
Feel his powerful arms wrapped around me
His manly hands on my back
Sexually lit kisses on the nape of my neck
He makes me so ******* wet

He keeps a steady hold on me
Take control over my homoness
So drunk on his bewitching masculine magnetism
My attractively attention-grabbing stud
My captivating, savor-worthy stallion

He finesses me with his masculine dominance
So dangerously alluring to me
I love everything about him
Dreaming of him, feeling him
Sensually touch every inch of me

Make me throw that boy *****
****** my ****, pump me hard and fast
Fill me with enjoyment and bliss
My rosy-cheeked, sun-kissed lover man
I can’t help but marvel at his cowboy oysters
How they bounce so freely against my skin

Make me drool while he cruises
Through the vast oceans of my innerness
Make me love his monster donger even more
Make me jump out of my skin
When he plows my plump behind all the way
Leave me soaked in sweet, milky *****
Ryan O'Leary Aug 8
It’s the pruning, that makes, tree
trunks stronger
Snip a *****, and it, becomes a donger
You’ll have a **** like an Igger
It may even get bigger
But ‘twas his nose that he noticed
got longer

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