Poetry Blogs (2019, A cynical moment in time. Sometimes I don't get it)
It seems not to know when to end
Words that proceeds are incomparable
What I await in the end is my morte
Death is what no one wishes for
There is no one who wants life to end
The only one who seems distrained
I am displeased by my society
It transcends anguish in my soul
But cessation I await with a smile
All my wears and tears on earth remains
No one to help me estimate my worth
I am ...
Thursday 14th February 2019 2:14 pm
Everyones spitting gritting hitting shitting whimsical pastures of pestilential sepulchritude.
…Which is about someone spitting a dummy out and putting it back un-wiped in their gob.
With thanks to lovely wordress Lynn.
Which made me think…
The masterful mastication of the master masturbators morose onanism is entrenched entrancement
.…watching someone wank.
Thursday 12th May 2016 9:31 pm