Hillbilly 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
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.....
NO sermons, just board pieces, and
a wisper from that beatifull
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