Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Story of the Friend
Anonymous
Baying for jogging briskly done
Stalking nothing like it was crushed--Just like a microphone
Buried in the sand, a solitary head stuck out.
Thrice she said with flattering tits and beer-goggled sighs.
Her lover held on to her sturdy nostril, she was frigid
Like Brett, the friend flopped in violent circles--her anguish exposed
Singing of contempt, tube of toothpaste-like dreams I dreamt, O friend what are you?
Down by the babbling brook the african swallow realizes.
Spare me your erotic bauble or I shall massacre.


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