Confessions

Confessions

A Poem by Tim F*****g McCormack

        I swear to god-
look I'll tell you this much
in the booth, with the priest there
asking what I've done, nothing ever comes to mind
        because I'm always too busy thinking
of that one scene where two people
f**k in a confessional. I'd love to do that.
it's the same now, I could but
I'm too busy thinking of
watching that scene again.

© 2008 Tim F*****g McCormack


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

87 Views
Added on February 14, 2008