Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Poem: After Talking to Perdition

"This is such a girly place. There needs to be some serious man around. You can imagine what everyone else is like."

gay 'n girly—flushed 'n curly
riding 'round the whirly-twirly

brawn 'n burly—davidson-hurley
plowing through all hard and surly

they so pearly—you so churly
poppin' cherries oft' 'n early

lick 'em, surely, for their purely
burning urge to sigh demurely

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