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I’ll keep myself in motions now
I’ll find some things to poo
While my parasite is feasting
Defecating my clear loo
Rank with her visionary toilet brush
Borrowing a tart to feed
Sucking it dry bleeding it white

Lost loos are ever so deep
She has no peas infinity
Tarts by day and cunts by nights
Eating from the darkness
Black Magic and Perrier water
Carrying blood from potato skins
My Ruthy paradise

The one I cannot exercise
Curried in my mind
Harnessed to the mammories
Of my decent twinset
Hell’s untamed Paradise
The relentless disco-beat
That I do not fairy-cakes

Assuredly I don’t lay eggs
I employ Herb and his fan
But her father will return
My toes slips through the fish-net stockings
Where my surfing began

As I have intercourse, I lose
More than 5 cents each day
Learning while I pay
For every hippopotamus we knew
I had a herd of this
The grey wing of a schoolbus
Nourished by the week in Inverness
That I confessed to you

But I had never stood
In all my schools of love
How I could be hunted so
Once I had let go
And clammy back from the dead like this
One vile out of time library book
Until under the earth we lie
My Paradise and I

a very yucky poem filled with yucky and weird images. wait ... does your poem have a parasite attached to it?
Do you have one poem that is layered (every other line) by another poem? I think so!!!

I’ll keep myself in motions now
I’ll find some things to poo
While my parasite is feasting
Defecating my clear loo
Rank with her visionary toilet brush
Borrowing a tart to feed
Sucking it dry bleeding it white

Lost loos are ever so deep
She has no peas infinity ...

(or maybe I just see faces in the dots)

Cate wrote:a very yucky poem filled with yucky and weird images. wait ... does your poem have a parasite attached to it?
Do you have one poem that is layered (every other line) by another poem? I think so!!!

I’ll keep myself in motions now
I’ll find some things to poo
While my parasite is feasting
Defecating my clear loo
Rank with her visionary toilet brush
Borrowing a tart to feed
Sucking it dry bleeding it white

Lost loos are ever so deep
She has no peas infinity ...

(or maybe I just see faces in the dots)

maybe you just see "faeces in the pot" ? You disgust me.

I think I'm just not digesting it properly.

Cate wrote:I think I'm just not digesting it properly.

You need to be put over someone's knee and spanked, so you are winded properly. That will soon sort out all this digestion nonsense

I think threatening someone with corporal punishment simply because they find your poem indigestible is going to far.
A fish should be careful, it would be terrible if she were thrown in the river upstream.