Is It Poetry
Child Hood Issues - Poem by Is It Poetry
Hello, 'America, 'Sit and be seated,
'Child, 'riding in the hood, these issues.
We all have them, do we not?
and so what,
some of you milked your brother.
He is stronger now, is he not?
Aren't you a good mother now.
and, why pray tell
'Did your father, thus dwell?
Inside of your fast beating heart
Passions sweet lips of yours, he swelled
calling him in, 'did you not..
Come stormy, some times you caused,
'Weather it was soft or hard.
And when you wore his silk boxers,
you wore them/then backwoods
too cry out in pleasure, 'not pain.
While still grown men cry over milk
that you wast,
when but for his suckle it flows,
long after baby is weaned.
Procreation is recreation mammals
are dreamless it seems.
After eating the dolphins do play.
So why do you lay on the soft sandy beach,
with all of those sweet smiling treats
lips all glossed, ' puffed daddies out,
pretending in there, it is nothing at all,
when it opens and quivers at the thought
of each warm hand fanned breeze.
Hush now girl and be ever quite,
as i touch it one more time,
close your eyes.
Here it comes.
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