Before My Mother's Thighs (A free purse) by Spanish Devil (Free verse) by Jeremi B. Handrinos
Mother never knew true penetration
she survived on tube tied fruition
and scarfing upon her darling's dumplings
her thighs stitched in cotton underwearings
never tasting my silky trousered snake
Or the way I shake 'n' baked
It up and down with no rest
Now she knows her boy's the best.
On bruised knees
she prays for more
eager for plumbing
to keep her sore.
Mammaries bare, I sipped
on yester's scraps-
six soiled faces, and me in soiled chaps
before my mother's thighs,
the dangers of inbreeding pedigrees is
Your babies will look like
Chunk's friend from the "Goonies".
Our bellies lifted up in time
She did me first then I got mine
Yet, we never let on that we were fucking
Excuse me, but do you hear that clucking?
It's coming from way over there
From a wet spot that we'd made last year.
We prepared our beds
of quilted stained scepters
and I tried to value
her new day glow vibrators
with no ill repute.
I made my peace.
Cause Momma was so full of yeast
A yogurt snack became my feast.
Oh mamma, Oh mamma, why did we drink
to much that night? We did not think.
Oh mamma, Oh mamma, the way we love?
That shit aint right 'ven with a glove.
But will we still get it on tomorrow?
When the older men try to borrow?
Your love away. I swear to God, I'll make them pay!
Oh mamma, oh mamma, oh mamma, me mums.
I hope she will not fuck me chums.
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