Gutter Goddess

Gutter Goddess

A Poem by Baby Ricochet
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Getting back to my poetic roots but without all the swearing. The crazy part about that is the idea that I have "Poetic" roots. I got roots in something, that's for Goddamn sure.

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Gutter Goddess dripping Vodka 
With just a hint of crack 
Got tentacles with ovaries 
Vaginas that attack 

Perchance she was a succubus 
destined to eat my soul 
Her hapless little john was I 
My death her only goal 

I laid her down upon thy bed 
I heard the words "Beware"
Whispered on a killing breeze 
Her stench choking the air 

I reached into her pudding pop 
Pulled out her sweet surprise
It's many eyes stared back at me 
as it attracted flies 

It jumped from where my fingers end 
and flew towards the door
I sprayed it with insecticide 
but it came back for more 

I pulled out my Beretta nine 
and filled the beast with lead 
It smashed my X box on the floor 
Before it fell down dead 

Goddess slithered under my bed 
Got wedged between the springs
I'll smoke her out come summer time 
Beware of chicks that cling 

© 2014 Baby Ricochet


Author's Note

Baby Ricochet
I don't own an X box

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A very funny write, it has ample truth behind the humor, though...

Posted 10 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

10 Years Ago

thank you Divya
Quite the quirky piece you got here, one which I surprisingly liked a lot. I was filled with some sort of morbid blend between Kafka's 'The Metamorphosis" and the legend behind the Kanamara Matsuri (A Japanese festival where they celebrate a metal d***o forged by a blacksmith that they used to break the teeth of a dick-hungry vagina demon. Best part of all... I am not in any way making this up. *Japan*) I also liked the mention of the Beretta... I really like those pistols, they feel very natural, and I feel like a better shot than usual when I have one; all the better for cappin dem bejayjay parasites.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

10 Years Ago

I have read metamorphosis but I've not heard of that festival. Sounds like a hoot.
We got a stage five clinger! Great piece Ricochet, love the darker tone to it, not as humorous, but i like it!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

10 Years Ago

thank you inda
Awesome and humorous rant of an unwanted lass. This has me laughing as I kept reading wanting to see more of what you had to say. This has rhyme and reason, for sure. But you need to get an Xbox ;)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

10 Years Ago

Lol! No doubt. Thanks for stopping by.
lol, This is really funny.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

10 Years Ago

Thank you ginger
Lmao! You got me cracking up.. Great humor in this write.. Well done

Posted 10 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

10 Years Ago

Thank you Alicia
Ahh, I love your Author's Notes, they're amusing. Once again you never fail to make me laugh, well done indeed!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

10 Years Ago

Thank you Tai
I don't own an x-box hahaha! This is seriously good stuff, I enjoy this humour immensely!!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

10 Years Ago

Thank you Shane
This thing is obviously trying to put down some roots. You need to get rid of it any way you can.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

10 Years Ago

LOL! That's for sure
We all adore your roots Br, a bracing piece that reads like a pathway through the disturbed, fascinating, well done.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

10 Years Ago

Thank you Thomas

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Added on January 6, 2014
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Baby Ricochet
Baby Ricochet

Tampa, FL



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