I'm so not into dissecting! by Johnny CrimsonI miss this
like a regret
in the fullness
of a sonnet
you will never
see the way
You make me
want to comet
and spew out
little rockets
This is always
the same
Your single
like a fucker
and sucked off
like a trucker
I won't rhyme
anymore
You carry half-eaten thighs in your pocket
And replace their heads with ovarion tentacles
I want to eat the glue that holds you together
"You do realize you are to be wed in less than an hour sir?"
"And what is all this blood?"
04/25/2007 Posted on 04/25/2007 Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
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