Target Practice ©

Shooting bullets of conception into me.
Contraceptive abandoned.
Morals neglected.
Caught in the line of the fire of your sporadic semi automatic’s hollow tips.
Battle scars and war wounds
from another’s attempt.
Hostage of your scholarship.
Victim of frequent drive-byes of acumen.
Concealed weapons of gravid mass destruction.
You cock and AIM!
Your finger on the Trigger, of curriculums 9mm, educating genitalia with your flaccidity.
Your cock’s to BLAME.
The make and model of your heavy artillery made the coochy ever so easy.
Exercising your right to bear arms you let go an elixir of cognitive liquids, enlightening the senses.
Brilliant encounters of nascent idea.
Scattering your pollen on my adit.
Unloading hot shells of wisdom.
A series of intellectual dominoes tipped.
Your academic gun fecundating. Promulgation puncturing tendons and ligaments.
The violent manic of milt philosophy wounding embryo.
Knowledge wreaking havoc on ovum. Assaulting me with the fertilization of your scholastic seed.
I learned my lesson.
Duly informed by the literary retrospect of your penetration.
Fetus of erudition transfixed.
Inoculating esemplastic amniotic sac. Staring into the barrel of berretta.
The conviction of your ammunition not only plowing but sowing.
Your opium eradicating my ego boundaries. Making me alumnus.
Inside of me logic growing.
THIS IS A STICK UP!