wolf it
Small quirky poem non-thr/eaten pome
just shy of posey & blushing, rede
I shoop me into shroudes as I a sheep were
but what big eyes you have to
stomach this
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masc
you say tomato, I say saucy
my joke, isn’t it, funny? the tits!
give us a smile why so serial
[cop a] feels singular
is basic humourism
why you make me [life] so har[d] har[d]
can’t you just [admit you] make [it all] up?
think I might feint
dumb belle! stupid, press it &
put out or [ill] put out
delight!
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Losing it/ I am always the Virgin
I always virgin
even when we switch roles, fuck you
w/ infinite vectors I still the virgin
Isn’t sexy ?
I do my whores I virgin
Virgin chafes mommy suit;
whore and virgin resist mommy
I must eventually don Mommy, don Crone:
This has been decided for me
(Acts like a shed
Actually, amasses)
I am going crazy! I duplicitous when I supposed to
be one flesh with specific use +/or exchange value,
clearly daddy issued
Have you peaked in my box? Beware:
I am both alive and dead: in me I contain
multitudes of virginities They teem up
They pop each other on the head
I schoolmarm them.
I box their candy ankles
I lipstick their bruises
I powder their no’s
sez we glimpse out the sublimate tears
We a muse me swallow them
anew, hole