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on the British box
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the yellow shades of the street light
collapse – screaming – between my legs.
crawling under my bed sheets
whispering
they woke me up.
on the fence
a heron ejaculates a koi.
i found a frog
and sucked his brains out.
“it’s healthy”
a gay voice announced on TV News.
there was another story
far more constructive
About a bloke
- a chav from around -
and his multi-cunt lass.
the bird was on a binge-night out
and after getting pissed
on Alco-pops
she was bravely masturbating
her gravely voice on an 80’s Karaoke song.
her bunny outfit caught his sight.
slavering he got to her…
they left hand in hand
straight to the kebab shop
and after scoffing a Donner
she puked it up
at the next corner
while he had a piss.
they took a black cab
- bloody foreign wanker
charged three time more –
“shush, we need to be quiet,
my five scrunts sleep home tonight!”
with hungry tongue
he fiddled on her nips
- detangling her tits
from behind the 24 karat fake jewellery -
and groped her arse.
the scent of skunk and Grimsby docks
arouse from her twat:
“sweet , pungent smelling cunt,
let my prik harass you!”
oh, but what confusion:
which way to go?
there weren’t one, not two
but twenty-four!
they shagged till daylight beat the night
and what police found
was a cock-head full in blood.
“she gulped him up, the filthy cunt!”
of course,
the lass denied
and took off with a yuppie.
… just local news…
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- Monica Hayes
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