Taming of the ShrewA Poem by Jason Henrynuttn to do w/ shakespeare...Suck on your mother's Corroded bosom. Sip the slime. And your father will have Sulphuric aid for his midnight appetite Whilst you dream of suicide.
She locked me behind The cellardoor, behind The most beautiful word. Plead non compos mentis, dear shrew And await forgiveness.
Yours is an ill-fated infatuation. Two stars in separate constellation. Incompatible for she is innovation. Your man is obsolete. Therefore, Shrew! Ignore me not Lest you perish and ignore The sun and its incandescent rantings. © 2008 Jason HenryAuthor's Note
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Added on August 12, 2008Last Updated on August 13, 2008 AuthorJason HenrySomewherelse, JamaicaAbout"Some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about." - Charles Bukowski, War All The Time more..Writing
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