"wnd" poems
Yes, it's the fifth in the COUNT ORLOK series!
Ah! Sweet Death comes slowly
to my poor victims,
As I **** their lifeblood
through their gargling screams.
How I enjoy their cries
for mercy and compassion,
Just before I give them
eight inches up the ****
CHORUS (Sung to the tune of "Rawhide")
Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting,
Though the smell's disgusting
Yeeha!
I'm evil beyond measure
And I gain my evil pleasure
Through rain and wind and weather,
My shit-splattered **** will never
Forget the pangs of pleasure
Inside...inside...
Yeeeeee-Hawwww!!!!"
*[Orlok wipes crap off vampiric **** and flies off,
the wnd whistling through his gaping zip.]*
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
Rusted scope.
under heavy brush.
Top of the bluff. A high hide.
Silouetted . Back lit.
Peek a boo. I see you.
From down in the valley.
Valley so low. Hang your head over
Hear the wind blow.
Hear the wnd blow dear,hear the wind blow
Hang your head over
Hear the wind blow ?
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 10:44 AM UTC
“Trust me,” it says.
Momma never let the kids in. Daddy never came home. The dog won’t stop barking. There is no help for the graceful kids at the wishing well. The grass keeps growing, but where has all the water gone?
//follow me down the rver, past the trees wthout wnd in ther sals. There are rocks there to buld a shelter together. The place where love lves.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC