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the orderly left her number on my ribcage
by Johnny Crimsonpaid wash room desire
i roamed the half-heart streets
searching for something to stick my dick in
and hubris was my trait
straight up till the end of that night
grabbing with both hands and bouncing
her rear on my lap just wasn't enough to fill the void
so i left st. Catherine's and searched for another
nursing home
12/27/2008 Posted on 12/27/2008
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/27/08 at 09:52 PM This reminds me of a joke I heard once, which I unfortunately cannot describe in this comment. So, I'll keep it simple and just say I really enjoyed this. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 12/30/08 at 06:56 PM sean, you're a dirty dirty man. but i love it. |
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