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By B.K. Date: 2008 Mar 09 Comment on this Work [[2008.03.09.10.10.10288]] |
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If I don’t read my poetry I won’t think about you And if I don’t think about you I won’t want you If I didn’t want you The world will have been Blown to smithereens By some God awful disaster (Man made of course) So instead I’ll picture you with an apple Duct taped into your mouth Arms tied dynamite tight And a fuse coming out of your butt Ready to take that trip To the moon that you’ve Always wanted to explore Me standing there with a lit sparkler Excited ready to ignite Only...(hard sigh)... to want you more p.s. The snake made me write this ©bk2008 |