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You're on the other side of MY glass!

by Johnny Crimson

Sell the seven perplexities
in descending order of height.

In the name of the Father,
and of the Gun,
and in the son, he will feel it.

In agreement that raise should have a "Z" in it,
we bicker over little inner complexities.

It's a shame women no longer wear
those gloves,
the silk ones from the 50's.

You ever watched one put them on?

You've gotta swim through the cum
to get out the door,
It's just immense!

"Sean we'd like to sit ya down, and talk about
your performance here, this just isn't working out."

11/13/2007

Posted on 11/13/2007
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anne Boulender on 11/14/07 at 03:35 AM

where eagles dare, where eagles dare

Posted by Anne Boulender on 11/14/07 at 03:38 AM

oh i forgot to add that i liked in the name of the father and the name of the gun and the part about the gloves, nice touch to the rest. nice rhyme on perplexities and complexities.

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