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The squishy sound lotion makes between fingers!

by Johnny Crimson

New blue baby just dug right up and eaten like that
Walls gotta cry a little harder
Maybe were rooted to deep
Maybe were rotting and smiling
Could be time for our misery sitcom
to go into syndication

The only flaw of a dime
being the stinking tooth
dangling from the roof of her
"not so hard I'm gagging here"
mouth

The way you make hair twists with
pencils
I'm imagining you're Chinese
All day long I can think of you eating nothing but
rice
and puking it back into bowls that belong to
real Asian girls

Having it their way
they would giggle
and stab you with something dull
probably like a hatchet
Until the redness of skin turns to bleeding
and the whining of a cunt turns to death

Wiggle fuck your way out
of this one Whinney
Cause the cum I left on your
eyelids
has now become worm food
And the stain that you left on my suit jacket
came out in just one wash

Getting dressed alone is enjoyable
and the mirror is always on my side
I have to say it's difficult
getting ready for each day
With her ghost staring back at me
from the bed where we last met

But I've grown used to her blank stare
cause it's the only one I ever knew
Even when we made love
you were dead to me
I think she's been dead since
before I dug her up

04/15/2008

Posted on 04/16/2008
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/16/08 at 03:07 AM

You kiss your mother with that mouth? Heh. Another great trip, man. Thanks.

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