Pleasure Poem by Brad Kellum

Pleasure



Coarsing violently through my veins.
I feel the pulsing of my disdain.
Unfaithfully embolmed within my unchained rage.
Sourly twisting those despisedly sentenced to my cage.
Enjoyingly, I truly love these beautiful games.

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