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This poem is called poop soup: We all enjoy delicious toilet
This poem is called poop soup: We all enjoy delicious toilet food, Makes us happy, fixes our mood. Its all about the juicy taste, Doesnt matter, t...

Our Romance Our romance is beyond strip tease, It’s beyond
Our Romance Our romance is beyond strip tease, It’s beyond sensual release Our dance of romance Is a true divine trance From the very first gla...

Dead and Done I have fallen into a dark dark hole, And I
Dead and Done I have fallen into a dark dark hole, And I cannot find my way out. Internal screams beg for salvation, But only evil thoughts do sprout...

Love Walks I wipe at the window that clogs my mind, Not
Love Walks I wipe at the window that clogs my mind, Not knowing what I will see. When vision clears, I feel my tears, And I want to turn and flee. H...

Withered (ode to a poet) The withering words fall upon me, I
Withered (ode to a poet) The withering words fall upon me, I write them as they flow from heart. Tired and weak they descend, They are my life’s dy...