"santeria" poems
Aesthetician stares deeply into the center of a tulip
tears stream as we cry
but the earth doesn’t
ethereal spectors flow about religion
Washington did live in
a racecar, palindrome
*** Wisdom!
Meowth! I haven’t since the 90’s had a soul
estaban caresses his lover
his wife prepares
a pineapple
tapeworms infest
****** inside of a colonic protestant
whipped into shapely curves once withheld
by the likelihood ferrari
Pro-lifers are only just a fad or fling
cloudy like the soft color of pink
union between man and *****
Nicole smith I hope you go to
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Awesome is he with a fatty
slimeball
foil wrapped burger
SASQUATCH GONE WORLDWIDE
Santeria love making ends with regret! Nay, Disgust!
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
would you cry in vindiction
should i repossess your drugs
all i ever really wanted
was your kisses and your hugs
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
I don't practice voodoo,
sticking pins in dolls
& playing with snakes
ain't my thing.
Santeria is not what I do,
slaughtering chickens
& shaking up bones
is for ding-a-lings.
But take black magic,
now that's different,
it's boss,
I can cast a mean spell,
mix you up a nasty potion.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 5:00 PM UTC
I don't practice Santeria
I ain't got no crystal ball
Well, I had a million dollars but I, I'd spend it all.
If I could find that Heina, and that Sancho that she's found.
Well I'd pop a cap in Sancho & I'd slap her down.
What I really wanna know, mah baby, mmmm...
What I really wanna say I can't define.
Well it's love, that I need. Ohh...
My soul will have to, wait till I get back, find a Heina of my own.
Daddy's gonna love one and all.
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break and I gotta live it up.
Oh, yeah, uh huh.
Well I swear that I.
What I really wanna know, ahh baby.
What I really wanna say I can't define, got love make it go.
My soul will have to...
[Instrumental Break]
Ooooo...
What I really wanna say, mah baby.
What I really wanna say is I've got mine, and I'll make it, oh yes I'm coming up.
Tell Sanchito that if he knows what is good for him he best go run and hide.
Daddy's got a new Forty-Five.
And I won't think twice to stick that barrel straight down Sancho's throat.
Believe me when I say that I got somethin' for his punk ***
What I really wanna know, mah baby.
Ooh What I really wanna say is there's just one, way back, and I'll make it, yeah.
My soul will have to wait, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC