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    our father who art in Mar-a-lago

    our fatherwho art in Mar-a-lagoand DC when it suits oh radiant in goldand flag stitched thunderoh crowned in the noise of your merciless namehallowed be the mouththat makes decreedisguised as savin gracethy kingdom comeon the backs of mencarryin the...

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    • First off, that picture is rage bait if ever I seen it. No, he is not Jesus! 253 the poem had me in stitches because to put it in a prayer form and showing us exactly what he is doing is just comical that no one wants to see it.

    • I agree with Fia. The image is designed to infuriate. But the poem is fire! I read somewhere that it will be standing room only for miles for people waiting to piss on his grave

    • Your poem certainly is of a creative thought. Critical thinking; there is no way to reconcile the image and his own explanation/interpretation. He certainly doesn’t have a Doctorate degree (I looked it up). However, I can honestly say he does have a BS degree.

    • “blessed be the flow
      oil and blood
      run side by side
      thick with profit
      pulled from the ground
      pulled from the body
      both claimed
      and spent the same”

      Powerfully penned, 253. Excellent write with clever wordplay my friend. So many killer lines in this write, but the stanza above was fire brother. He’s way out over his fucking skis. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    Twisted & Wet

         “Women migrate to my sex like antelopeTo bob on my dick now the back of their throat has no hope,     “Then its jungle warfare in the pussy like VietnamAs she love me long time like a...

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    • Yo’ this reminds me of that cartoon “Dynamite”. You keep your style of writing on point. The structure of it. Nicely done.

      • Never thought of that. It has been awhile since I have seen that show. Overall, thank you for reading and taking the time to comment.

  • Roack-a-bye, Baby

    I know no other way
    the weight of his absence presses
    aching…waiting…
    begging for his return
    as nights close in
    shadow draping me in yearning
    the remembrance nearly blistering
    moments of fierce and desperate
    thundering of twin beats
    throb piercing me
    and I cannot…will not…forget
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    Rock-a-bye, Baby

    I know no other way the weight of his absence presses aching...waiting... begging for his return as nights close in shadow draping me in yearning the remembrance nearly blistering moments of fierce and desperate thundering of twin beats throb piercing me and I cannot...will not...forget saturation a constant as darkness falls summoning...

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  • A Monday of Opposites and Gravitational Longing

    13th arrives
    with the blunt honesty of a Monday
    that refuses to disguise itself.

    It is a day built on opposites,
    light leaning against shadow,
    certainty dissolving into doubt,
    the heart pulling forward
    while the mind drags its feet.

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