Enemas
I boil
The old
Rubber enemas,
Stolen from
The family's
Laundry cupboards,
Filled with
Faecal accidents,
And hang
Them,
On the electrical
Wires above
The swimming
Pool...
Seems the more
Painkillers
You take,
The louder
You scream...
Submitted: January 22, 2021
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Like hanging sausages in an Italian deli. Just take me to the fresh mozzarella, and foccicia bread.
Fri, January 22nd, 2021 11:41pm
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Thanks for the description 88, those sausages certainly sound like they'd get you going, don't know about the cheese laxatives though!
Fri, January 22nd, 2021 5:19pmFacebook Comments
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LE. Berry
As usual, a visually striking piece tom...
Fri, January 22nd, 2021 8:47pmAuthor
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Thanks for your comments LE, here's shit in your eye!
Fri, January 22nd, 2021 1:44pm