Today, I present you a poem from the depths of my soul.
The room was empty,
in this hospital ward,
just me and my granny
sitting here bored.
But then I observed
on the tiny little screen,
no longer was jumping the curves,
the little line colored green.
The old lady shook
as she took her last breath
then my smile came to a crook
as I stared at her breasts.
I spread her wide open
and pulled out my balls,
I read the ancient inscriptions
in her vaginal walls.
I felt like a paleontologist
going to work,
the very though of this
gave me a smirk!
I maintained my vigor,
I felt empowered,
until she hit rigor
after eight and a half hours.
Once I finished I went home to bathe,
Granny went right from the morgue
and into the grave.
But, still I seemed to craved some more.
I bought a new shovel
and dug up her casket
and once again I began to pummel
her moldy, dead bread basket.
I think your soul needs to be replaced.
So, I heard you like to fuck dead/dying old women. Especially your own?
:what:
A+. Would read again.
Something tells me you only made this to get attention.
This is a bad poem.
Youre very talented. Please write some more poems .
This was pretty good, I want to read more of your poems.
I'm uh...not sure what to say...wow...:silent:
thnx baybe plz do more :h:
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