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Rated: E · Poetry · Adult · #2174620
A fry trip through the store.
Like a lonely lost child, walking a stores aisle, screaming for mommy, screaming for help.
I feel my hearts presence like velvet burnt incense, alone are my thoughts, pulling apart knots.
Alone am I to wander above, spread like eagles wings, my arms make me fly.
Poking and peeking, sights all around, land of our future, land of the proud.
Ascension, descension, dissection, satisfaction, cut apart are lives, sub-cities compaction.
Tune up, tune out, abuse it enough beyond a burnout. Migration? Disgrace them, make them all pout.
What’s that do I see, tears of a clown? Wasn’t for me none of you would be around.
Is that all? Is it my pride? I took off my shroud, why should I hide?
Look now as I laugh, deep and elonging, chatter with giggles and my Herman is throbbing.
I watch as you hide, smircking, you thought they lied? Close your eyes and you will see, my Vortex of colors, kind of blinding!
Notice deep inside, how hearts burn up, easy to light, but whew! Hard to put out!
Keep on going down, panza all around, a cesspool of food and all boiling sounds.
Raunchy the stench, bubbly are we, and off through the tubes, Osmosis, connected.
A joyride o flavors, a jolt and we’ve shifted, slip sliding away, nothing but turns and circles, POOP! Go we,
Swimming in daylight, and this is the Vortex of your life.
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