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adult poem

Twisted, curly, black and tight
Bothersome, Buxom, Nagging, right
Wasted, Rancid, Dime store twat
Sickly, cynically I ask her how,
She shrugged her shoulders, puts on a fitful attitude
By me resembling a series of remote or forgotten time
The sun was in the sky again today
It fell to Earth, a ball of fire
I caught it though, I made it dire
What's to me a simple thing
Worth disposer, a laugh, a scream
I feel to Earth, a ball of fire
Cracked the core, made a flower
Hope, despair, hope, the father
Saul's ox leg and my cruel bother
God asked the Earth if it had the answers
What is, what was, what will become
I know not now, the day be done