Little furry foundling cute as a button or
Two. Missing you as you’re here with me
As I know you won’t always be. You’re a
Cozy pal to have on a cold day, I feel your
Warmth on my leg as you lounge to your
Content, my favorite pet, my sweet one.
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Mud
Body script flow mitt slow emotion end
Me weird endeavor sweet loud scream we
Meet hallowed hangers veer topic hit boo
Squeeze Pooh peas years grease jeez kiss
Lying above clouds rain falls below mud
Puddles bringing happy slugs onto stairs
Off
Lynx fax sex hex room soothe route moot
Living hopping future wombat golly jelly
Fudge read cumbersome Greek beautiful
Lug pudgy cock got hock rocks whatnots
Moving Jill bullring fullest gas chamber
Klu Klux cannot foot butt jock knock it off
Gorilla
Take drive lonely able instinct tarantula
Noble teeny roles venerate canabalism
Malt-o-meal scribe never renal artists
Lob penal front green huge powder prank
Mugshot hacker wonder tack bump pump
Popular tent under gargantuan gorilla
Some
Have nots heaving knots pulled by haves
Do you have something to give? If you do
Give, it makes you a “have” of a different
Kind. You have freedom. You have love.
You care for others. This is more than
Some.
Mind Quake
Story tank bribe smooth envelope name
Enamored teacup conversation enabled
Slow dance card play tit for that what? No
Not yet she said not really but it was quite
Clueless of her to sexualize the situation I
Wasn’t ready just a virgin just sheltered
No idea forgotten memories all blocked
Out seeking purity but the baby was
Thrown out the pile of excrement in my
Heart banned to another country in mind
Rubbish
Raunch crush porn storm evaluate smurfs
Equality sneezing rectal bleeding falling
Rocks sided long tubes to titrate knots if
Leave stall manipulate devour iridescent
Calculation inebriation alleviation sing
Mapping feuding documentation rubbish
Love
Maneuvering iceberg cupids such ghosts
Privilege sucks it creates walls you don’t
Know what you’re made of until suffering
Takes over your heart and mind the vial
Of poison that comes with relationships
Inevitably broken through communicate
Miscues oh so simple but we’re not told
We Are All Immigrants
Very too serious, emitting
Insecurity, a damper on the
Gentle breeze of humor, and
Sarcasm is abundant,
Yet the professor without it blows
Away, as academics pushes her
Out. A survivor of much pain,
Grows tougher and tougher,
Bringing the plow and steam roller
Onto the stage, in order to prove
Her point. They hide it under a
Large cloth but no one wants to be
The first to peek, at the mangled
Corpse, a victim of a broken world
And a privileged race and class
That believes they are above the
Law. It will be a beautiful day in
America when everyone realizes
Their descendants were
Immigrants too and everyone
Takes a different path that does
Not have to correspond with
Their’s, but is still just as valid.
This Hollow Mind
A shade, providing a haven from
Ghosts, miracle workers and
Thieves of the mind and soul.
Strive with the strength you have
To commit, to dedicate, to infuse
More truth into this hollow mind.
A blaze, covering the innocents,
A squall puts the inferno out.
Too soon for a deep concern, too
Late for a valorous intervention.
As flies, cockroaches scatter across
My too darkened vision, too
Blinded adjustment. To meet such
A soul, amidst a path, rolling up
The autumn breeze into a ball.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 