searching for a bit of artistic sophistry
while skirting the walls of ignominy
alone on a quest no one dare see
building some rhyme
in the bosom of time
attempting to find what is yours and what’s mine
I can finally tell my old teachers
that I now know they did not understand poetry
they might have been intimidated by someone like me
that in spite of it all
I will stay on that ball
and place line after line
be there two or ninety-nine
yeah!
what the fuck
what the fuck
what the fuck
what the fuck
what the fuck
it’s wrap!
WARNING
Please be aware that some of my writings are quite erotic. Thus you may find nudity, profanity and sexual references in some of my posts.Author
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