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The rough loins of a voluptuous majesty
The world out there
The phantom aspirations filling its concussion
And the platonic incisions, severing their stay in its womb
Stretch my elasticity, in its brand new tomb
Pardoning the luxury
Of a matchbox and another litre of
gasoline
With its diverse capabilities
bombarding me.
Wait, till I stoke up my engine, Perk up a pet monster
and Toss my fantasies on the next voluptuous disaster.
The phantom aspirations filling its concussion
And the platonic incisions, severing their stay in its womb
Stretch my elasticity, in its brand new tomb
Pardoning the luxury
Of a matchbox and another litre of
gasoline
With its diverse capabilities
bombarding me.
Wait, till I stoke up my engine, Perk up a pet monster
and Toss my fantasies on the next voluptuous disaster.
Published 5th May 2011
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The ending about the propellers is a lil weird for me but I like the concept of the poem
