poetry on the fly

Soulen

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the cunt

there i was just passing through life
guts filled with turmoil and strife
watching people go by
waiting to die, living a lie

she chatted her way inside
nowhere left to hide
at first i reacted like any man would
tried to be proper like any man should

but every day i think about her more and more
every day i fight the urge to walk out the door
to board a plane that will bring me near
to take a breath and gulp back the fear

i'm in a meeting and her vertical smile is in my head
the only way i'm going to shake this cunt is when i'm dead
my wicked thoughts swirling round' and round
her pretty muff deserves a fucking crown

it's plain to see now, why wasn't it more clear before?
i love her sweetly but it's her cunt i violently adore
i've lost the will to fight it today
i'll just give in and let it have it's way.

it's a hostile takeover, i guess that cunt knows what i like best
i'll end up losing everything at this rate, jobless like the rest
can't concentrate on the suit in front of me
because her cunt owns me, us, we

at first i thought "why me?"
but i got wise and now i see
a hostile takeover is just what i need
i need you and you need me freed
 
i'll play!

granny boots. yes, granny boots.
today i bought some granny boots.
some frumpy, lumpy granny boots.
i'll face tomorrow in my granny boots.
i'll brave the snow in my granny boots.
keep cosy toed in my granny boots.
do my rounds in my granny boots.
tend to the frail in my granny boots.
...seduce you in my granny boots.
tongue you, taste you, drink you in,
get on my knees, face down, arse up,
for a hard fucking, a good, hard screw.
naked... except for my granny boots.
 
just write, he says
and let the muse fuse with keyboard
as tips trip over calligraphic niceties
and a hot head
aching with a furrowing thrum
becomes a wind-rocked boulder atop a violent cliff
and the drop's a long
long
way down

the black waves beseech
fall
fall
as typos never meant to live
survive us all
 
she could use some work
a few new parts
it's a long way to go
but she could run again
enough to drive a man wild, anyway
enough to drive a man right over the edge
enough to drive.
she could purr, the boys would holler
and whistle
nobody has to know how greasy her insides are
nobody has to see her filthy
broken parts
nobody but me
and my prying eyes
 
Not one of mine.

ODE TO A HOUSEFLY
Philosophical Ruminations on a Beastie in the Booze

Oh, hail to thee, tiny insect so small,
Swimming around in my bourbon highball.
Back-stroking, breast-stroking, movement of wing,
Now up on the ice cube, poor cold little thing.

If you stay there too long, you'll find with remorse,
Your ankles will numb and your buzz will get hoarse.
Catching cold is unpleasant for all little flies,
Bloodshot is gruesome for multiprism eyes.

Some people hate flies, take my old Cousin Sam,
He gets in a snit when you sit in his jam.
I've seen sister Sally turn red as a beet
When you walk on her nose with your six sticky feet.

When you walk on the ceiling, your brow seems to frown,
Does blood go to your head, when you stand upside down?
My optometrist friend, a dear boy named Rex,
Makes bifocals for flies - he calls them fly specs.

Now you're coughing because you are so full of trouble,
Or is it the bourbon that's making you bubble?
You should get off the ice, the temperature's minus,
You'll get frost in your navel and a wee touch of sinus.

Percy Dovetonsils
 
this is my sanctuary.
a place to feel safe from the world.
where no evil may enter.
where all inner turmoil can be calmed,
to still, clean, clear waters.
the place i run to when the thunder rolls.
 
bronZe, you totally failed the brief, man.

You're not the boss of me.

A fly and a flea in a flue
Were imprisoned, so what could they do?
"Let us fly," said the flea
"Let us flee,"said the fly
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.
 
i'm smiling because
i know something you don't know
i probably know a whole bunch of things you don't know
but this one thing is important for right now
for right this moment
it's important because without it i'm just
smiling like an idiot

my penis has a superman cape
 
i'll play!

granny boots. yes, granny boots.
today i bought some granny boots.
some frumpy, lumpy granny boots.
i'll face tomorrow in my granny boots.
i'll brave the snow in my granny boots.
keep cosy toed in my granny boots.
do my rounds in my granny boots.
tend to the frail in my granny boots.
...seduce you in my granny boots.
tongue you, taste you, drink you in,
get on my knees, face down, arse up,
for a hard fucking, a good, hard screw.
naked... except for my granny boots.
hahah
 
need
need need
need need need
need need need need​
 
I'd sneak to her house in the morn,
Watch anime and act out some porn,
I was a bit too rough,
so she said in a huff,
"You don't need to come anymore."
 
there i was just passing through life
guts filled with turmoil and strife
watching people go by
waiting to die, living a lie

she chatted her way inside
nowhere left to hide
at first i reacted like any man would
tried to be proper like any man should

but every day i think about her more and more
every day i fight the urge to walk out the door
to board a plane that will bring me near
to take a breath and gulp back the fear

i'm in a meeting and her vertical smile is in my head
the only way i'm going to shake this cunt is when i'm dead
my wicked thoughts swirling round' and round
her pretty muff deserves a fucking crown

it's plain to see now, why wasn't it more clear before?
i love her sweetly but it's her cunt i violently adore
i've lost the will to fight it today
i'll just give in and let it have it's way.

it's a hostile takeover, i guess that cunt knows what i like best
i'll end up losing everything at this rate, jobless like the rest
can't concentrate on the suit in front of me
because her cunt owns me, us, we

at first i thought "why me?"
but i got wise and now i see
a hostile takeover is just what i need
i need you and you need me freed

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Don't even think about asking me out on a date.
 
the world is at my feet
golden and gleaming
I stand on its shiny surface



and slip.
 
There once was a viking named Leif
His wife gave him nothing but greif
So he decided to set sail
And was swallowed by a whale
Where he was finally able to find releif
 
poetry on the fly!

i wandered lonely as a... fly
that buzzed on high, just like a bird
when all at once i spotted lunch
a squishy, stinky doggy turd
beside the path, spread out by feet,
a wonderous and delicious treat

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:)
 
Fucking chair
Over there
Reminding me of of her legs
Tanned pegs
Surrounding my face

What now?
I ask
Sipping my tea
Putting the washing on
Have a go at me
 
these are great. dolfin, the poop is yucky. i am shaking my head at you right now.
 
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