Your street stinks of success
My house smells of loneliness.
Your eyes stink of sweet heat
My lips smell of beer shit.
Your breasts stink of fresh sweat
My arms smell of rotten death.
Come Beauty with your rich stink
and
Erase the poor smell of this Monster.
Be my Muse
and
Make Me your Master.
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lysistrata (
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WOW LYSIS - Some aroma - some therapy ! Thanks for sharing - YOURS BRIAN
I had to look up Bukowski
now I understand
the slob
quick, a shower
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