three poems (not really) about the same thing

first things first

I set the plastic grocery bags with milk, eggs
and meat on the derty tile in the derty kitchen,
dig in the closet for porn (she ain't home yet)

good ol' days

I got XXX on VHS but cain't watch it nowhere
I fantasize 'bout my favorite money shots
when I lather up my stiff dick in the shower
and adjust the tracking of my dirty thoughts

it's not fucking unless it's fucking

my girl ain't got no old panties
always rip 'em off the coochie
her puss tastes like warm, thick water
pubes soft as baby bunny fur



An Unreliable Witness said...

I am worried about what you did with the baby bunnies in your childhood.

Ani Smith said...

Dude. I think I just had a duck sauce accident.


~otto~ said...

you are always welcome ;-)

ty bluesmith said...

otto you are fucking dirty.

ex tee ex said...

is it wrong that i can relate to each of these on several levels?

An Unreliable Witness said...

Okay, I totally see where you're coming from with the bunnies now. I went out and bought 27 of them this morning. i am having a bunny orgy at my house. Everyone welcome.

(No comments about being a tragic and lonely social inadequate, please. Or one of the bunnies will get it - on the hour, every hour. You have been warned.)