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Mama Whacked the Borderline
Bound by the twilight with the scent of suede
and Red Tobacco, dreaming,
listening to my pulse as it retch The Rosary...,
"Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream"
and staying true to my dream,
listening to the caffeine
for insomnia drip,
remembering the obscenity,
as Mama whacked the borderline
of Papa's blue-balled angels
as the "cutter" looks upon my soul,
corseted by the cold,
as I would pawn my wits
for a "hit of nicotine" and fellatio,
using the stiletto
as she rides a gelding corpse
and Red Tobacco, dreaming,
listening to my pulse as it retch The Rosary...,
"Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream"
and staying true to my dream,
listening to the caffeine
for insomnia drip,
remembering the obscenity,
as Mama whacked the borderline
of Papa's blue-balled angels
as the "cutter" looks upon my soul,
corseted by the cold,
as I would pawn my wits
for a "hit of nicotine" and fellatio,
using the stiletto
as she rides a gelding corpse
Published 3rd Dec 2024
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