Wednesday, April 25, 2012

bestiality


she couldn't come
unless
he hit her
with a bottle of st. pauli
girl, there was a
t-ball tink,
nothing shattered, but
he could feel her
reverberations

he couldn't come
until
she bit him
through to bone.
boy, you should have
seen the blood and
crimson foam
coming
off their
undulations, and
running
down the walls

they couldn't come
because
they thought
they weren't invited
so they stayed home and
kept the years
coming
watching
scooby dooby
doo.

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