david gerardino

Hillbelly Heron, , - Poem by david gerardino

NO sermons, just board pieces,
and a wisper from a beatifull

and the strange preacher yells!
sinner, sinner, repent, or go to hell!

NO sermons, just dry- dust and a
cup of carnel bliss, that beatifull
carnel bliss.

and that strange preacher, yells! ,
sinner, sinner, repent, or go to hell! ,

the appalled preacher ends his
talk, and goes in the back to take
his drugs, and masterbate.....

Poet's Notes about The Poem

at a place, mts....u, there was this person of god, preacher, renting porn, , , , now i really dont have a problem with this, still, he was a preacher...............maybe im wrong.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 17, 2012

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