Offal

An original view of human activity.

 

 

 

Fornicator Vile, inflamed with lust.

Penetrate?  In offal GO, you must.

In noxious slime, congealed with blood,

Member slides by excremental mud.

On bladder, kidney, liver and things bacterial,

Thrust wild in female, gut, material.

 

 

Fornicators cheat to hold this female vault,

Caring not for intestine, blood or salt.

Now!  Go out and witness, when your able.

Dead woman on post mortem table.

Poor female, belly!  Cut right through!

Remember!  She was human too.

Author's Note

Residual memories.

Reviews

[pregnantpoet]

Not a bad poem, I consider, after my initial shock and intial doubts.
Trouble is: is it for general reading? Probably not.

The use of dissector's table is graphic and telling. Yet I found the message mixed: you start with horror genitalia and so I'm thinking you are crude and young but over all, a powerful poem not for all.

[Wanderlust]

I agree with your note in relation to the poem. It's quite disturbing to try and get inside the mind of a person who is so desensitised towards another human being. You seem to have portrayed it quite well, very tragic it is though. :(

[SayG'NightGrac[i]e]

S**t.... intense. I like it a lot. Not just because I am female and it has a nice moral. It's blunt and gruesome, leaves a picture stitched in the mind, well written, with really great word choice: "Fornicators cheat to own this female vault." kudos, sir.

[emmajoy]

Oh my goodness - i thought you were talking about food .. seriously, I did!

And, yes, women are real people - believe it or not. They have hearts that break and minds that use the knowledge they've learned with that other little place - their brains. Plus they know how men work - or don't!

Thank you for sharing this somewhat gruesome picture of my gender.. but, congratulations on the poem's format and your consideration in that other gender - the better one!