Two poems for the vice of nun

Planes Palastines and the praying mantis
dropping bombs and toms and precious lawns
for the pleasured oasis of fooling pawns
Heeled the bottle from the glass cracked wide
and eat with the fork smeltered in the tide
write this down in the ink of a tincture-dapper
so to f**k it all with a dame loose flapper
Who licks smoke and eats ashened h'ordeurves
hoe my my the world cries the poor hers
nails between marriage and indexed attention
a falsity of life upon the fingers pension
because the scythe of the mantis is clear
to hold fast be steady and always meer

Eat my s**t and call it candy yum
pay up and I'll tease your bum
sitting beside a holistic parking meter
pissing gold caffeine to the liter
who cried traffic in light stop now go
take firm hold row row row

Reviews

[Crusty Pizza Stain]

This is nuts.. I like it...but I don't think I will eat any poo and call it candy.

[Chadvonswan]

HAHA yes, this was absolutely a poem. The best poem on the Cafe, to date.


---Chadvonswan
May 6, two
thousand and
twenty minus
6

[ZackOfBridge]

Thank you Max my friend!