I look down
It has happened
My books upon the floor they lie
A shout I let out, looking forward to the room full of people
They looked in shock
In anger I let out a fart to mask my failure.
In my anguish let a little more than I first thought.
Oh god
Through my pants it made a path
Covering me in a hot bath
A corny surprise cometh forth
I let out another scream, trying to gain all the attention
Fuck it, I want all the attention
My pants whip off
Fly through the thick air
The room silent
I am the only noise maker.
My dong hangs like a Vuvuzela.
Making just as much noise
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooo
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Author:
Kren (
Offline) - Published: February 5th, 2016 15:51
- Comment from author about the poem: A touchy situation that happened. Needed to get it written down to cope.
- Category: Erotic
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