david gerardino

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
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.....

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 10, 2012

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