I wake up at secret seven
hormone glands weeping with a
strong scent
sickly headfuck juice seeping and sliding
Down bedposts forged in the hell flame.
And Hell fires.
Metaphors of lust and strong wine.
Numb girls fucked to numb spines.
Oh yes its breakfast time its time to dine,
I take my fork and take whats mine.
I dont get dressed.
Clothes are for losers and the fashion mind obsessed.
I keep nothing hidden for Im shameless and proud of my
wink wink, headdress.
So I slip by and visit satan.
he's expecting me and makes me welcome
In his hell womb desk room
Secretary's fake nails line the way to the
rest room.
she's speaking on her on phone
Whispering sweet desires in sexual monotone
Its her extra income.
Its a demon day. Today satan cut my pay.
He said Im lazy and I fuck all day.
But it's ok, my lawyers on his way.
Author notes
Option 3 incase you hadnt guessed.
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Comments
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ahaha - I get what you're trying to say, lol. Nice job.
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I love this! Simply superb. This poem has great flow, great metaphors, and also a humor factor, which just makes it brilliant.
Well done.
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