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I'm still free.

by Johnny Crimson

The way a story would look if it were
Fucked up in fits
Twist off with tits,
Licked and lapped up
with (a)tomic clits

Firing eyelash festivals
of suicide bombing milkshakes
A whole line of cunts
daisy chained and exploded in exchange
for V's returning liquid fire into the laps
of their abusers

Touch
Retreat
Touch
Eat eat

Ohhh
Film what you fuck
Fuck what you film
Kill what you love in turn
Love what you Kill
EVERYBODY
Fucked up in fits
Twist off with tits
The hell with regulation
Were all part of this

10/20/2008

Posted on 10/20/2008
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Nanette Bellman on 12/06/08 at 06:40 PM

very nice chant in here friend.

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