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No, seriously!
by Johnny CrimsonAll of south london has fallen
And i'm carrying throats in my pockets
They found heads there
Just heads really
Some armenian military academy
located in the north of everywhere
The navel of naive
has been poked by
the cocks of
down syndrome boys
Trying to crack a virgin
and not possessing the right tools
Little thoughts linger
like foot powder gathering
at the bottom of socks
How can I do this without her knowing
and can I limit it to one good time
That is the question
This whole ordeal
is like trying to fuck away rust
underwater
And i'm constantly conscious
That my time on earth is limited 05/23/2007 Posted on 05/23/2007
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 05/23/07 at 10:45 PM nothing like a little down syndrome to induce a night jam packed with sweet action! |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 06/10/10 at 02:35 AM Sometimes we become addicted to the idea of our own mortality -we get high on impending death and we want to cram a 'last meal' into every day that's left to us... |
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