literary food for thought.
Self Mutilation:
(ah bet thar iz an app for that!) within unlit partial "FAKE abattoir"
sans wardrobe alcove
where dust bunnies didst allures
completing a simple task among
my never ending (Matthew's) list
of domestic chores
this undertaking engaged
thankfully while completely clothed,
and scrounging on all fours
nonchalantly picking up scattered detritus
including food crumbs
potential critters hors d'oeuvres
the spouse (ideally seated on this same swivel chair dashing off these lines
linkedin with this Macbook Pro) - housing at least four scores
of word documents, she espied
the cheeky opportunity
that triggered many wars
within arms length the taut outline of me 'lil derriere - re: rear end
temporarily dormant versus when flatulence roars - posterior flank hie could not de fend
she playfully poked her finger that didst dis send within close vicinity of sphincter,
where rectal turgid business height tend
(most likely this husband not alone getting tushy twerked) inn me own coal
less cents great movements got made jabbing ma bung hole while i happened to be "blindly" groping upon darkly cutout cubby hole
i.e. without wearing bifocals/ spectacles -
envision a human mole thus amply qualified her role to be literal and figurative pain in the ass vole, where much to my horror a flash of red hot poker blind momentary rage, did lash
out at me, when aye espied a kitchen knife and acted rash
(how cutlery got in closet floor a minor mystery
and potential topic de jure for another poem) to brandish sharp edge around abdominal area grabbed handle with left hand, thence commenced to slash
rhythmically thwacking wrist of right hand
then quickly dropped sharp implement (as like a man momentarily possessed) before rendering permanent harm with a river of blood to wash.
(ah bet thar iz an app for that!) within unlit partial "FAKE abattoir"
sans wardrobe alcove
where dust bunnies didst allures
completing a simple task among
my never ending (Matthew's) list
of domestic chores
this undertaking engaged
thankfully while completely clothed,
and scrounging on all fours
nonchalantly picking up scattered detritus
including food crumbs
potential critters hors d'oeuvres
the spouse (ideally seated on this same swivel chair dashing off these lines
linkedin with this Macbook Pro) - housing at least four scores
of word documents, she espied
the cheeky opportunity
that triggered many wars
within arms length the taut outline of me 'lil derriere - re: rear end
temporarily dormant versus when flatulence roars - posterior flank hie could not de fend
she playfully poked her finger that didst dis send within close vicinity of sphincter,
where rectal turgid business height tend
(most likely this husband not alone getting tushy twerked) inn me own coal
less cents great movements got made jabbing ma bung hole while i happened to be "blindly" groping upon darkly cutout cubby hole
i.e. without wearing bifocals/ spectacles -
envision a human mole thus amply qualified her role to be literal and figurative pain in the ass vole, where much to my horror a flash of red hot poker blind momentary rage, did lash
out at me, when aye espied a kitchen knife and acted rash
(how cutlery got in closet floor a minor mystery
and potential topic de jure for another poem) to brandish sharp edge around abdominal area grabbed handle with left hand, thence commenced to slash
rhythmically thwacking wrist of right hand
then quickly dropped sharp implement (as like a man momentarily possessed) before rendering permanent harm with a river of blood to wash.
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Author:
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Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2018 02:15
- Category: Sad
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