deepundergroundpoetry.com
Stuff
I sit here writing poetry
trying to make it rhyme.
I send it to a loving soul
just to kill some time.
I like to write erotic stuff.
It is the way I think.
To write of tits and ass and such.
But it is hardon my dink.
trying to make it rhyme.
I send it to a loving soul
just to kill some time.
I like to write erotic stuff.
It is the way I think.
To write of tits and ass and such.
But it is hardon my dink.
Published 21st Mar 2011
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 0
comments 4
reads 1486
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
22nd Mar 2011 00:21am
...this is bad. It's ok to write, and run out of words, and burn a poem and start again...and that's where this should have gone. The work has no point, no craft, and eventually no meaning...truly deeply disappointing.
23rd Mar 2011 3:08am
24th Mar 2011 11:06pm
It was only meant to be funny
Nothing more and nothing less
I just am a horny dude
And that I must confess.
Sorry just a scribble!
Nothing more and nothing less
I just am a horny dude
And that I must confess.
Sorry just a scribble!
Anonymous
26th Mar 2011 4:49am
The weird thing is, though I agree with hemihead 100%, except for the clumsy last line ("it's hard on" would work better I think) I somewhat liked this piece. I liked that it had no meaning. Meanings are for children's fiction and religious pamphlets anyway.
