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Buying The Whore

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You are the roast beef I have purchased
and I stuff you with my very own onion.

You are a boat I have rented by the hour
and I steer you with my rage until you run aground.

You are a glass that I have paid to shatter
and I swallow the pieces down with my spit.

You are the grate I warm my trembling hands on,

searing the flesh until it's nice and juicy.
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Krishna Shivkumar Yadav 12 October 2014

infectious and brilliant write

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Shelby Floyd 17 October 2008

this is like srsly the most lul worthy poem evar

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