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My Mountain (An ode to the nature poem) (Ode) by Bachus
Thousands of lady bugs are all around
A rushing creek creates the sound
Helps me calmly write this down
Her chin is resting on a rock
Her beauty is such, one could never mock.
Folded arms, a loving stare
I only want to show her I care
Care for her
For me
For us
This mountain's beauty is such a plus
The month is June
The rocks are warm
All of the insects to flowers swarm.
California is the state
That prompted this poem I now create
If you've never been here
Then I'm sorry but, you probably can't relate
To how this majestic scenery can so easily sedate
Any mood that you bring to it
Even the yearly depression fit
Will slowly, gently fade away
On my mountain
On this day.
No drugs needed
No drinks required
Only sober thoughts transpired
I prefer it more this way
On my mountain
On this day
I think that everything
is going to be okay
And for now that's all
i need to say.
p.s Than I pull out my cock and dance around
blowing spit bubbles saying over and over and
under, I'm goonna poke' your bu-ut i'm goonna
poke' your bu-ut, and you run but i tackle you
and shove my tongue down your throat while i pee
on and dry fuck your leg as i scream broken latin
into your right ear and choke the shit outta ya...
oh.. i almost forgot. because i'm ' el natural'.
On my mountain.
On this day.
<Why you ask ? Cuz i have a deep respect for women and nature
like my heros Keats, Yeats, and Blake, or couldn't you fucking tell?>
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