I Flicked a Pick (Now with Audio)A Poem by L.EdwardGod shave the queen, she's got a lot of heirs...
I flicked a pick, that pick it stuck
that icky sticky picky f**k
Upon my boot a mucky brute
a wad of yucky fucky gunk.
“F**k, that gunk stank!”
“Yuck, that muck stuck!”
And even though I kicked and kicked
still that slinky glob it gripped,
that spongy scungy grungy skank
it would not leave indeed,
it would not go, and so…
I scraped and stomped and screamed some more:
“F**k, that skanky rank chunk!”
“Yuck, that clinging hunk of stink!”
Yet still, that gloopy poopy junk
with its haunting taunting clinging
it would not leave indeed,
it would not go, and so…
I grabbed a whacking hacking blade
and gave a mighty weighty chop
I made that gremlin go, indeed
I made that gremlin stop,
with its taunting and its haunting
and its gloopy poopy drooping.
I sliced it meanly cleanly off
and thanked my common sense a lot.
I nixed that whacky tacky foot
and ganked that punk-arse ball of snot.
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StatsAuthorL.EdwardKuki, Saitama, JapanAboutI am an English teacher and Shamanic healer living in Japan. I strive to lead a simple life in contact with nature. I'm a peace-loving vegetarian, I mediate, practice yoga, sing and play a baby conga .. more..Writing
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