All laughed off with a sly wink and an air lick,
Rolling Stones released a Satanic album, you prick!
Keep them in your fucking mouth, oh the sheer bloody horror!
The all mocking muscular mouth organ, don't ever bother.
Touloungeaphobia, guessing that I really must have it?
Showing taste spuds, would never make that a habit.
This hatred stems from childhood, my imaginary enemy,
Pulling Tongues was his name, he was far from heavenly.
Can kids see ghosts, angels and demons, the spiritual side?
God please wash away bad energy, we need a miracle, alright!
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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Comments1
A fun read about imagery familiar and well remembered. Nicely penned
Much appreciated!
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