Squeeze

If it rains hailstorms and my face is scarred by ice,
please do not rescue me, you are not welcome.
if i need a transfusion and you have bounty in blood,
leave me be, keep your red puke
If yours is the only seed that can impregnate,
keep it, keep your nasty little demons
and if by chance you think you feel love for me
Shove it up your ass and squeeze.




Poetry by Kat
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Written on 2010-04-18 at 09:48

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Well, it made me smile and giggle at least, although I don't mind your writing as well, except, that I am almost afraid to tell you that. : )
2010-04-18