if you insist on throwing me a parade, understand my hunger will be the big bad bitch that steals the show
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beforesaid Ma, my bodybed became hunger-beat
defined flinging itself hastily this defines poor
circulation is feeling, pressured to rear this Head
then cleared xantax in throat or rather, I reared
all over them proverbs forming far & wide nobody
stand by my side, chaffed from the day-grinding like-
wise is the Sty in my eye grasping all-up this image:
copulation reeks of you wussy, seeking so as not to
sadly forgetting all Faces, but never names to Infinity
poorly Witnessed my hardening Nipples point, spell-
out thy debt, covers the muck manhandling my
missing you & other extreme bloodhounds dissed
my tear’s profit-sharing, provocative pantyhose at
a distance trajectories my higher mash, unction of
the multi-devoid of ablutions, offering my unbreaded
skin-shortage of gotten-guts to just fly off The Edge
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I’m always yeasting (verbs) mainly meaning enough
(is) enough fingerfucking my myth (verbs) the good
to cause, to stand, sad under umbrellas (-Pre) prelimits
as if I (surely) says “imma throw-right-the-fuck--up”
punctuates how far from Questioning this craving
giggling-grimily to Guffaw symptomatic simply
a simpleton is whom: ragified case-closed on ol’
big-bang my Theory baby half-past my colon
confusion in walking-falling towards hello (verb)
internal-fluctuating thy fucked beast interjects “no
future” for my ur-combust over aur-subjects
I’ll go deeper within my charming cruelty schools
your verbal claviature lying heavy on his abdomen:
closing around to whiff the if- I cum quickly a clause
that absolves Tha’s insubordination meant: “get well
sugar-plum” & pussy-pussy let them thickets graw’thick
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Who, slum’o’somes spews-ever-after shitwork after
shit-working this endeavor to compose now so
pricktitiously about thy food-fuckering this self-
destructive higgely-diddly on thy Piggery-body
embody & hardly-pressed to Bless around rot-trotting
when smuggling ham-fisted the way half-deaf in the
field, you cross-out your Heart-cross over monetary
enticement & all those cohabitates coagulating to un
knot the “not in this fucking Heat” grossing asunder
under morely endorse “I’m a Bud Man” infeathering this
thirst is breeding & shameful in this pigpen yet “fuck
‘em then” unless You slip-food-to-me endeared that
Man, I’ll unmarry all weasely queasily tomorrow the
wheeze’ll be clear, harrowed & hollowed-out the deeply
covetous covet thy contagious contagions contain consumers
clearly I’m to be envied or, engorged we gorged this only
was instinct
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Got up & into my whitey-tighties so (tight) fitting
their defiance & falsetto-produced force to bonk: my
absence was amongst the schlubs scrubbing all
over your schlepping milieu calls for a few Adieu to
the Red box scales my dick-shrill was the Year circa
1980: pussy on my ring-a-lings my ding-a-ling recognized a
Man, man-handling my Speak buttfucking my Scent rings
a‘right’round’a your Neck, carried back Home, the Body
which convulsed in my arms, which were ratty cavities
digging-out & about in Winter “I think I’ll go in the
direction” of a Beard, right here in the City streets,
spasming right here falling in (tight) Fits my attractive
-ness tallies the Notice: I’m growing my hair parts side-
ways in which to garner the praise of Women, tufts on
their muffin-tops when being in a relationship is nothing
spectacular frame-work of my toes throw to Jowls grow-
ow OK you fucking dickbrick tied to my willy-nilly: they
resent my copulation—[!] is a pwetty-pwetty pwesent
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STEVE ROGGENBUCK IS A LITTLE GIRL-BOY
