it's what's right

it's what's right

A Poem by Alan
"

just gettin sillay

"

o! impale me, mortal man

but not without tax

you must offer your hands

to be bound overhead while you’re at full mast

and i will make use of you how i wish

we’ll see how long you can last

with each calculated kiss

pressed to you, unsurpassed

i want to own you, as one does

when one does take things like this

i’ll sink my teeth in just because

to take you so is utter bliss

© 2020 Alan


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This gave me a very pleasurable smile.

Posted 4 Years Ago


i think the government is obviously in total bliss as it takes so much of what we earn, and acts as we should be grateful for any part of our paycheck we might keep.]
Death and Taxes...or death over taxes.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago



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Added on April 26, 2020
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