What do you get from a coffee trip and BoredomA Poem by E.H. MonroeI think...I've finally crackedWelcome to the Blackest tragic heart attack with a slight twist Enough crossed t’s to make even satan righteous Take flight A spray of bullets over new Babylon get your Sodom on and gemmorah that whorah Whoooooo haaaaaa Friends, greet this love, the lyrical tweaker Grab enough golden wings you can call me lead seeker The Death Eater The s**t beater Got so many good and plentys they call me trick or treater Entreat her to a night of colloquial carnal lullabyes of butterflies and jizz pies duck out in the AM before she mistakingly mistakes me for someone who mates stay home and mast- her- bate All the risk is hairy palms And a hairy soul riddled with psalms like... Bombs dropped off and a pop off of the milky white millennium Impregnate pens give birth to dreams Hold the f**k up I’m Losing Sttteeaammm © 2011 E.H. MonroeReviews
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26 Reviews Added on January 5, 2011 Last Updated on January 5, 2011 AuthorE.H. Monroehate your f*****g guts, NJAboutS**t eating fuckbag of the crapocalypse. Dystopian Bard and general word rapist. like me here, and i'll kiss you on the face.. http://www.facebook.com/pages/EH-Monroe/226600554032025 Its here .. more..Writing
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