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by Johnny Crimson

She was no longer able
to act like an angel.

Her anus had been spread
on a bagel
and mailed through the air
like a delivery boy cable.

She was stripped in her cradle,
and made to feel like an explicit fable.

He had given such a facial,
it was closely near to fatal.

She had now been branded a label
with a schorching iron ladle.

Her skin sap was maple,
that dripped down from her navel.

Of course this was quite painful,
at least it wasn't rectal.

When she had finally became stable,
he cut her up on the table.


Author's Note: Eww.

Posted on 10/22/2012
Copyright © 2023 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 10/23/12 at 01:02 PM

Who would do that to a little baby?

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