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Sex and Nintendo
A Poem by
Mohl083
I lost my virginity The day I learned Samus Aran Was really a woman. Her red chrome mask, Protecting the face of an angelic prostitute, Slipped..
My Dirty Valentine
A Poem by
Mohl083
When I look over at you on the couch I want to close my dented hardwood door And run my hands up your sweater Cuffing your breasts, Feeling your n..
Itec Delirium
A Poem by
Mohl083
My highball glass only holds melting ice There is no glass The ice is a woman in a field of corn She works her way to the center Where she finds a..
all the morticians are dead
A Poem by
Mohl083
Forget me when I’m dead, And there are worms in my eyes. Erase my head stone Better yet, smash it to bits. Put up a false one That says I&r..
I Masturbate to Saturday Morning Cartoons
A Poem by
Mohl083
You know how it goes, Don’t even act Like you don’t know what I’m talking about. The digital clock says about a quarter after..
The Billy Joel Years
A Poem by
Mohl083
From a town known as Winchester, Virginia Lived a boy who’s sole ambition Was to burn out like a shooting star And crash down to earth like J..
beauty of apathy
A Poem by
Mohl083
i sit and look out as walt floats by on a little schooner holding an umbrella to protect him from the sun's evil rays. he puffs a cigar. the sm..
Smashing the Alarm Clock
A Poem by
Mohl083
Brad and Drew watched While Kira cheered me on. One mighty blow And the ruiner of wet dreams, The siren of reality Cracked on the cement sidewalk..
The Ghosts of Christmas Past
A Poem by
Mohl083
t.is the first snow of the season A magical f*****g time. I drain a pack of Camels As I parade the deserted streets Humming forgotten Christmas Ca..
one more for the road
A Poem by
Mohl083
I have taken the cherries from my bowel And lined them around the edge. The container once so full Of red juicy flesh Sits empty on the kitchen ta..
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