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Wingnuts
From the pen of a flea on the hair of my foggy
with a deep scent of, s'il vous plaît, ravishing my
aorta throbbing my veins stalking my soul touched
by the filaments of a narcissistic shadow of dark's
guillotine masturbating with its tongue as if a fig to
be hung from the jowls sadomasochistic maniac
unfiltered deloused but with a shade of deep purple
waiting on the Pharmacist to wind my wingnuts to
put Pinocchio's parts back together again
with a deep scent of, s'il vous plaît, ravishing my
aorta throbbing my veins stalking my soul touched
by the filaments of a narcissistic shadow of dark's
guillotine masturbating with its tongue as if a fig to
be hung from the jowls sadomasochistic maniac
unfiltered deloused but with a shade of deep purple
waiting on the Pharmacist to wind my wingnuts to
put Pinocchio's parts back together again
Published 17th Sep 2023
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17th Sep 2023 3:59pm
Sort of like a more mature version of Humpty Dumpty? Some of your references can be taken in a myriad of ways!
17th Sep 2023 4:03pm
17th Sep 2023 4:16pm
17th Sep 2023 4:24pm
I started this poem at my bookshop last week and forgot about it until this morning. Thank you for commenting. I am sure there are kids today who have no idea what a #2 pencil is.
17th Sep 2023 5:25pm
17th Sep 2023 6:18pm
