do not read this poem
if you're a shrinking violet
do not read this poem
if your cock is hard and
you're looking for a hole to fill,
tough shit
do not read this poem
if you don't know the difference
between words that come....
to tell the story you will never
hear, your tongue
hanging out
yapping, yipping and slapping
some unfortunate
with domesticated sounds that sound like
adults
in a Charlie Brown cartoon
and there's nowhere to sweep
the dust that gathers in your eyes
and blinds you to yourself,
mountains of moss under your webbed feet
quacking
all the way back to heaven.
but who gives a fuck anyway, just don't
shoot the messenger.
Comments
I read the poem
my cock is hard and looking for a place to fill
and you are just quacking, but I don't blame you.
We all are. Fuck me dead, we all know poetry achieves little. So quack away, I will listen, and even maybe do something about it.
Sorry, I read
I don't know what to say.
I hope you don't take my comment as being negative. I like this piece and its raw expression, its audacity simply blows my mind, hence the comment, I hope you are not hurt. It was not my intention and you remain a long standing friend. Best wishes
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Anna
the title is quite alluring..leading the reader to venture into some dark forbidden alleys..it certainly is effective in that sense...
lol..once I compose myself
lol..once I compose myself after reading Jess's comment...I must admit I got to that line and went Damn!! I like the raw aspect of it, it's something I have not seen with you as yet but knowing your writing I knew it would be there somewhere and sometime I would see it surface. I like this, it's gritty.