Thursday, February 7, 2008

Shakespeare.

Don't try to use a word
you think is right,
because it's longer,
or because,
you'll look smarter,
or you want to be different,
or you want to describe one thing
as being like something else.

I worship,
the flower of her.

Yes yes, but

I buried myself in her wet fucking pussy.

Are you afraid of the Truth?
Or is she?

Will you win her with words,
scattered as petals across the room?

Will your very essence
be on display?

Your sensitive soul,
which blossoms into
poetry
at the very thought of her?

Or are you a fucking liar?

Who wants to be blown,
and fed,
and held
and caressed
and admired
for being yourself,

without ever really telling us,

who the fuck you are.

1 comment:

  1. Explain that Mario's riddle to me at once, you cur.

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