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Bad Fruit

You know you want it . . .

Sweet taste of summer!Juicy fruitBeckons from the bins The siren song of “I’m in season!And low-cal!I’m what you want!You can’t NOT win!” Velvet curve of mounded peachThe touch gives me a rushYet I knowWhen I get homeIt’s sure to taste like mush And pre-s...

I’m A Bad Boy Mommy told me to make my bed, But I went outside to play instead. And when she found out, to me she beckoned, And spanked my little bottom, to red I reckoned So what will tomorrow bring for me? Could be another spanking: let’s see. [Chuckles...

You Say

You say a lot

You Say.. You say.. I'm nasty You say.. I'm pointless You say.. I'm worthless You say.. I'm Useless You say.. I'm stupid You say.. I'm a joke You say that.. A Lot I Say I say.. behave better I say.. be nicer I say.. be polite I say.. treat me better I say...

Can I Be Myself Please?

Unconditional love or nothing

Is it the same old me? I fear not. Change is good, but for what? Confusion, indecision cloud my thoughts, I just wonder.. Can good be a loss? Pretentious I was before, Given up that side. I know this is better, but- -others now sigh The ones supposed clos...

A poet destroyer

I'm a poet destroyer

Silver Skimpy Ink, String, A POET DESTROYER's bling, bling Think of me as a human ditty delicious decoration, Something along the line of a sweet tooth temptation Cherry tastes, between the slit of tender toast  Fine jumble jam slams down the tongueless t...


How much can one take until its just become to much and that little gauge in their head blows

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On the Edge of Iniquity

The grey area of pride.

Staring into to the murky depths of the sea, one can either catch a glimpse of their soul or be lost in their own narcissism. It is within this aqueous body where man makes part of the journey of life—to find their identity and become an eddy amidst the m...

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