Peace to the Gods, What's up?
by Johnny CrimsonPoetry ate my sister
then lapped up my dinner too.
Pastrami in a soup bowl;
just what's a whore to do?
Beggin' Bits
Bacon-less
Beggin' Strips
Carnal clocks surmised to deconstruct our lies where Confucius fishes out the minnows from the flies.
Beggin' Bits
Bacon-less
Beggin' Strips
Simple Jillian Potter tucks her head inside her shell,
and the more the Quakers gawk at her, the closer they come to hell.
Keep your legs crossed, bolted, chained, vice-gripped, fort knoxed, and un-pickable, capish?
07/02/2019
