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Mobean Louisi
by Johnny CrimsonWe're eternally addicted
to the things that make us feel
the same,
when deep down in all of us
we're screaming our fucking hearts
out trying to be ourselves.
Her tongue flew past her gums and onto the checker-board
linoleum
I shoved a flashlight down her throat
and it was as I'd suspected,
dick virus all the way down.
"Sheriff, we're gonna need a lot of bleach."
The is the beginning of an incomplete thought.
Pick the cotton from my teeth and push my head
back down there darling.
09/20/2009 Posted on 09/20/2009
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 09/20/09 at 10:24 PM I absolutely love "when deep down in all of us
we're screaming our $#%@ing hearts
out trying to be ourselves"
It hits to the core of everything now doesn't it |
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