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In Lust We Trust In Lustful Disgust

Poetry By: November
Religion and spirituality

In God we (mis)trust and bathe ...

Submitted:Jan 2, 2008    Reads: 160    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

In Lust We Trust In Lustful Disgust

It's freezing cold,
but i'm smoking hot,
I can tell you agree
'cause you're looking at me.

We never tire
from our desire,
I lay my cards out on the table,

royal flush
beats royal blush,
let's write our very own fable.

All through the night
we pen and write
our legendary tale,

the thrills and spills
and sleeping pills,
don't miss one filthy detail.

When morning comes
the guilty drums
come drumming through my head,

I apologise
with tearful eyes,
the fable now is dead.

In God we trust,
we feel we must,
for fear of indignation.

In love we trust,
we bleed, we rust,
so we cut out conversation.

In lust we trust,
bathe in disgust,
in lust we trust,
from lust to dust.


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