7A Poem by CharlyeMonroeNumber 7 from The Knockouts
I’m almost certain I died last night and went to Hell
I woke up on a train to Coney Island after having my dick down the throat of a girl I just met to no comeuppance I couldn't get over so she squeezed me soft Honestly killing me I can't get out Feet moving in circles Rollercoaster And winding up back where I started Saddle sores and all Heat in my grip Spin off the cycle push to start With gnashing teeth and blood on my skin © 2013 CharlyeMonroe |
StatsAuthorCharlyeMonroeSan Francisco, CAAboutWriter/Artist/M**********r I'm from America, all of it. Monotheist, believer in the one true G-D Every poem is a love poem. more..Writing
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