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Let's praise the flesh peddler (Free verse) by horus8 Turning my sorrow <fuck-harder>
Into opportunity <cunt-boiler>
When sleek pink petals <rim-job>
Turn into wind food <twat-stroker>
Slowly falling into Autumn <cum collector>
Is the turning of my mood <titty-poker>
Music hypnotizes <dick-pumper>
All into believing <semen-smearer>
That the composer <testicle-taster>
Is a donor <anus-stuffer>
In the giving of our ideals <mouth-pisser>
How to be seen <urine-drinker>
In the way that I choose <nun-raper>
To be viewed <rectum-raver>
By my peers <shit-chewer>
Without the consequence <helmet-shiner>
Of bias stereotypical mindsets <genital-flicker>
Move over Beethoven <ass-sex>
Their deafness is greater <shit-worm>
Stand back Mozart <cincinnatti-steamer>
No genius is consuming me <scrotum-piercer>
Prodigy of Newton <pereneum-pusher>
Nemesis to Einstein <baby-banger>
The callous of my temper is sublime<pussy-puncher>
My 'special' token from society <cock-filer>
Would probably be <clit-tonguer>
My place here in line <bum-marauder>
This line for answers <pecker-climber>
Where we all wait <penis-puller>
Stacked on top of one another <shaft-sharer>
This spinning mound <vulva-diver>
of earth, spit, crankfish, <mouthed-nutsack>
motherfucking -spirit! <smegma-gargle>
That twirling mist of moisture high above <pud-puffer>
We've entitled heaven <sodomized-brownhole>
Isn't that whole notion <crevase-crusader>
Far to generous for your fat nyloned lover <muffstench-crabcake>
Clever is God <sextoy-cleaner>
But sharper is the cleaver < uncut-jewfucker>
Rancid is the meat <cockslit-precum>
But how we praise <premature-ejaculater>
The well marketed butcher <mothermary-i-love-you-too>
Flatline..
Empty room..
Sheets replaced..
Next patient..
Flowers...
Up the ladder:
panic
Down the ladder:
The Land of Back-to-Front
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 7.2
Posted: August 13, 2002 2:55 PM PDT; Last modified: August 13, 2002 4:44 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.1 Overall Rank: 1135 Comments:
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Tarquin De La Bog @ 212.140.118.231
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13-Aug-02/5:20 PM
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This is very good. 7. I like the poem very much. However, although I'm not prudish at all, I didn't like the crude bracketed words. They didn't offend me. Oh no. I just thought they were shit.
dear mr. tourette, may i just say <fuck yeah, horus> that i found your piece <meaty beaty big and bouncy> most stimulating <ejaculation complete>. i say old boy, <horny bastard> solid <rock hard> use of metaphor! mesmerising mood <rufie>! keep up <mmmm...> the good work!
sorry about that, it was just an old piece of shite laying around from the flood of 97,(it only rained in my mind. it rained crumple dollared bills and pills) so i decided to practice my sailor tongued phillapino in a basket spin. i don't know yet. i e-mailed it to my grandma (she still teaches kindergarten) to see what she thinks. She's a great editor. everyone go hug your grandmas now before it's to late. p.s i am undeserving, in my reallity you people don't exist, and i'm just talking to myself. like throwing a frisbee in the wind baby, which means it's all escapism, and if i offend anyone, your just a figment of my imagination anyway, so fuck me . Why don't i just go fuck myself. would that be okay? to bad i already puulled it out. close the partition limo driver, oh...and take your time... e
evening z..i wish i could talk more, but people think i'm weird when i'm jacking around with my palm pilot at social functions..it's kinda like reading at a bus stop in east la. hazardous.this place is fucking LAME i'm outta here in twenty minutes unless that brunette is sophia coppolae
evening h. take what you can from the lamity. there must be something there worth looking at...sophia notwithstanding. i have been told that is most disturbing, the way i tend to vanish from social events without a word of warning. i just can't abide the 'scene'. got better things to do. like jack off into my palm...oh, my, that sounded vaguely offensive. heh. i'm being a dick now. better go focus on something other than how tired i am. must...write...before...slepp. ta.
This is really goddamn good. wow and stuff.
And I though George Carlin taught me new phrases. You take the cake. I think the intensity of the poem is stronger than what you are trying to say, but I would love to hear it live just for effect.
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