do you

do you brisk at irrelevancies

i marvel at them

im plagued by my own self

remember the class three myself essay-

that was the simplest explanation there

tara wrote she wanted to be a mom -

instead she became a cocksucker

im the cock she sucked

i wrote i will be a pilot

shes the plane i flew

this drippy conversation will never be pope sanctioned

boom

boys at the mosque fondle each other

the fathers at vatican fondle too

the fondlers have declared me a sinner

god would have judged better-

so where are you taking this bullshitty nonsensensical poem

is it even a poem

its a fuckfest of so called stanzas

nah a fuckfest only - spare the stanzas

i dream of shakespeares yellow

freddie mercurys bare chest

leo kissing kate still better porno than all the rest

im a figmentation of too many imaginations

the head at the receiving end of hbk's sweet chin music

the leg at the receiving end of bret harts sharpshooter

undertakers tombstone

bidens cognitive absence

the fondlers thuggery

wet drippery of porno unbound

those who blocked my way preaching

were cunts unbound

me a saint