A PORN BORNA Poem by oh my
A parade of corn marches past.
Christ a Jew? Who are you? the mayonnaise replies. Vegetable verbiage crackles and squeaks. As the elastic and garlic tumble, in delirious and elongated orgasms; The horseman looks on, but cannot perform. The saddle worn. Testicles torn. A porn born. Yet, naked stands the fortune fox. Red eye and silver lox. Bride of the future, Surgical suture. The apple of time. Wretched sublime. © 2021 oh my |
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Added on July 28, 2021 Last Updated on July 28, 2021 |