May God Damn Poopsie-Loopsie

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A mix being chopped up and sex. Humor.

Submitted: April 09, 2007

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Submitted: April 09, 2007




May God damn Poopsie-Loopsie


My eyeballs work

But I can't see

An edge to a voice



"Watch my now Poopsie-Loopsie

Watch how cruel

I will be"


Man I love my man

God damn

I love my murderer


Wring out my love my lovely

In a car trunk

Scatter me in parts

in a cornfield

Kiss me again

In a hatchets thwack

Wring out my parts

Where the sun don't shine

Scatter me in love

in your old tube socks


Holy hell

I love my murderer

Man I love my man


With a heart caved in

And a deadfall feet

Eyeballs that work

Kisses again cuts again

and again more kisses

I can't think

My eyeballs they work

But I can't hear


"Once upon a time lollipop-pop-chop"


Wring me

My man I love

Don't let me see your eye

One there he's wicked

The other there he's wise


God damn

I loved my murderer

That boy's love

Just gets filthier bloodier and dirtier

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