Despicable Sausage

Despicable Sausage

A Poem by fattycbreezy52

If you think that a sausage is trying to pull you down
So hard
Until you choke on your own food....
There you are !
With your low self- esteem.
Trying to make a pudding out of it
But completely forgetting to add
A fusion of all those citrus fruits
That would be floating on its surface,
Without any tubes or life jackets.

It's wonderful how my mind runs faster than a Sunday sometimes.
And how it doesn't work at all on some days.

May be the mind really wants to work it's a*s off
But the heart seduces it to sleep with the skull that plays upon the mind ,
The game of Shibari -
Binding it's miniscule existence within those uncountable and uncomfortable bundle of ropes,
Until the mind completely forgets to poop and pee.
My points, your points-
They all scream louder than a girl moaning during her first intercourse
Everything just falls into place (read daze)
Those 'oooh! aah!' sounds-
Forgetting their own names;
Coming out of the curves on the lower part of the face,
Like any normal word
Thats foreign enough to be considered sexy.

What assets?What appeals?
Faking the climax when you really don't have the knowledge .
While the heart,
Sitting on the left hand side corner of the body
Keeps banging itself against the walls of the ribcage
For having denied the mind it's own power
To create and ......speculate.

© 2017 fattycbreezy52



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Added on June 22, 2017
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Music,dancing,singing,acting,dubbing,writing and playing with voices are my areas of specialization/existence. Being a Literature student,my love for Keats,Coleridge and Blake led me all the way to t.. more..

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