And now... a poem by Bo Burnham called Sonnet 155... I saw the morning dew betwixt thine thighs As I removed my source of Grecian power As if King Midas dared to touch the skies Upon thy body fell a golden shower Thy bodys temples, two church bells had rung Upon thy chest, a row of pearls bestowed The sun had set, thy set with wary hung I thought, How black a night and blue a lode I said, What light through yonder beaver breaks? It is the yeast And now my bellys yellow My pole gives cause to storms and earthy quakes But tis not massive, I am no Othello And when that final moment came to pass Like Christ I came-a riding on an ass
Posted on: Mon, 26 May 2014 04:15:42 +0000
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