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JUMP!
A Poem by
Brianetics
canabalized from the skyscrapers with leveraged, no risk adjustable, second rate intelligence but only if you are on the inside pull the linchpins..
stink finger
A Poem by
Brianetics
the other day my son informs me "when i was wiping my butt i got poop on my finger" he showed me the finger "did you wash it off&..
sunday morning revelation
A Poem by
Brianetics
i have it on good authority that jesus doesn't believe i exist either which in my book makes him a real stand up guy Copyright © 2009 BK ..
A VIEW FROM MY CHAIR
A Poem by
Brianetics
i try to make it a rule not to take into serious consideration the opinions of some over paid and out of touch idiot whose head appears in a box ..
SMELLS LIKE CHRISTMAS
A Poem by
Brianetics
rifling through my drawers I found a peppermint scented bar of soap and then it dawned on me this wonderful bar of soap will make my balls s..
HER NAKEDNESS
A Poem by
Brianetics
Hersweetnessdriftsfromskinsoftandpale shecomesagainandIpartakeofher...inhale jasmine,dandelionsandthatwhichisfresh erectandexoticanderoticaromaofhe..
HOPE
A Poem by
Brianetics
Hope is bullshit it is that self delusional mind game we play with ourselves to make everything seem better Hope is a cop out like believing ..
INTERLUDE II
A Poem by
Brianetics
The moon leans into sullen measures the music ends... naked dancers lull breathless ...cuaght in perpetuity Copyright © 2009 BK Steph..
INTERLUDE I
A Poem by
Brianetics
Songs drone in winter's groove Masquerades pause... And lovers die In silence Copyright © 2009 BK Stephens
A BIRD THAT COULD NOT FLY
A Poem by
Brianetics
A bird that could not fly lay dying in the dirt It's neck bent high toward the sun delicate wings broken and twitching still trying to fly..
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