Mental BlocksA Poem by Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey
I invited him in
To play with My mental blocks He was so infatuated That he touched every one and when he was done He just admired His savage desires As my blood Was leaking On the floor He looked down At the ground as he laughed Basked And grinned When he asked Is your a*s really sore?
© 2015 Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. DorseyAuthor's Note
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Added on February 13, 2015 Last Updated on February 13, 2015 AuthorJerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. DorseyPolitically InCorrect, LAAboutI have been writing since I was 9. I specialize in freeverse poetry and have cut my teeth on Political and Socially Conscious subject matters. My poetry is not for everyone but anyone who hungers and .. more..Writing
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