Poetry CreatOR II
Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff
with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson
| Story of the Cobra |
| Anonymous |
| The cobra was hunted, but she wasn't found, |
| A light wind begun past, like a cockroach breaking wind. |
| With lightning strokes, the snake shot foreward;radiantly, quickly |
| As I squawk in a tree, I suppress thee |
| She was really really frigid |
| Her ghost heals the olive solitary hair brush |
| The sight of the blood red sloth before her, the cobra was hushed |
| Taste my fist or my other parts, feel the pleasure as I break you |
| Right here, right now, and for each and every sadistic Santa. |
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