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A Poem by topsyturvy

The blistering heat of the humid air

Clings to my skin as I walk..

Into the fiery pits of hell.

I stagger backwards as I hit a huge brick.

The armor-like body of this blasted prick.

Glaring at him as I excuse myself.

---

Rushing towards the loo,

Recovering from that fateful encounter with you.

---

As I salvage what's left of my dignity

Flies and maggots swarm all over me.

What is it with them that they adore me so?

Try as I might, they just won't let me go.

 

Clinging to me as I force my way up

To the headmaster's quarters they dare not let up!

 

These savaging beasts,

Roaming the streets.

Give me some room to breathe,

You dastardly, annoying creeps.

© 2009 topsyturvy


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These savaging beasts,
Roaming the streets.
Give me some room to breathe,
You dastardly, annoying creeps.

Icky! But quite cute too,
Like this it made me squirm!

Posted 14 Years Ago



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