It is What it Is
listen,
I don’t mess with words
just eat me ..
my cunt is a metaphor ..
so why
call it poetry, she said ..
and when
done, you can discard me ..
take me,
or leave it, there are still
a few fish
left in this proverbial sea ..
where else
might we drown, come on
dip a toe ..
I double dare ya and then
I will surely,
go down on you too, okay ..
- Author: Neville ( Offline)
- Published: June 1st, 2024 01:34
- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes, this art of ours requires language we might not otherwise use ..for the sake of it .. Forgive me, I know precisely what I am doing
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Comments6
KP's a fish, as ya know - an old trout. Are there plenty more fish in the sea for me? If so, I'll throw her back into the sea. lol.
You maybe need a different bait, or tackle .. and then cast your net wider .. perhaps ..
I'm a half-guinea pig rodent, going fishing! lol.
Feels like sin to love this poem the way I love this poem!!
I am absolutely delighted Alan.. thank you so much .. Neville
Sounds a bit competitive here, Neville.....
Unintentional sorry .. Neville
meaningful words Neville.
Andy
they mean a lot to me Andy cheers .. and thanks for the thumbs up .. N
Superbly written. I love this. I have used the C word in a few poems too. At least one. Lol.
I know ......... cheers pall 🙂
Sounds a bit fishy
That's a myth .. it sounds like runt ..
Sounds like we need the myth busters.
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