A piece that we tandemly came up with playin a game at my poetry spot on a slow night.l.
Purple rain grows in spectacular gutters; akward times fly with envy always. Magic happens in two houses; live seperated by leotards in bathroom stalls. Kangaroos masturbate frequently kinda masticating cooly and pouches drip blood and crap. Fetus' can die when PETA gets rowdy protestors around horny mothers. Cupcakes melt in cars sadly when mouth opens, pink mushrooms shrink membranes. Psychiatrists, gynocologists, dentists, optomotrists, table-dancers seem slow after eating stank babies lives. Musicians tend to be horny after watching vaginal strippers excretions slowly brightened. Deaf girls love blind rats with tree houses, exempting leaves with sunsets. Peacocks are extremely cool and they watch porn happily while the voices sang. Shawdae loves jewish money but can't rub pennies during shabat because sun sets. Procrastinators often masturbate swiftly while fondeling peacocks angelically because shodinfrodom makes sex easy. Osama yells at public orgies while building up a sad story period. Arachniphobia is going world-wide with heterophobia, clostrophobia, and beatle-mania, seargent peppers diarrhea tonight. Tables gather prostitutes unfortunately pill-poppers pop corn and eat reeses puffs while praying.
I know this is stupid, it was a piece we came up with on a slow night at my poetry spot. We go around and everyone says one word, and we ended up with this. I gave it the title of Fetal Dwarfism.
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lmfao, your choice of words is always spot-on, lovin your dude. lol i had this thought that you're like the male version of Maya Angelou, although truthfully i don't think i should i could compare you to her because her poems are a little........ well, let's just say i don't like them as much as i like yours
lmfao, your choice of words is always spot-on, lovin your dude. lol i had this thought that you're like the male version of Maya Angelou, although truthfully i don't think i should i could compare you to her because her poems are a little........ well, let's just say i don't like them as much as i like yours
Should I be worrying about the sanity of your poetry club? An entertainingly random break from the norm so congrats to the whole lot of you but perhaps you should be submitting this to psychiatrist rather than me. Much enjoyed.