Sometimes I walk into a small bookshop only to be overwhelmed by the quality of print and content, but then I remind myself what it says in the new testament: leave the dead to bury the dead.
a study towards sonnet #306 by FisherKingKQJ
So listen up, girls, to how I've been a fool-
Your man might have rough fingernails
Or dandruff, which undermine the gene pool,
But ingenuity over flesh prevails.
A gaffe of the gob such as mine entails
Displeasure at geographic tongue,
A mucus thick tastebud atoll which flails
Ones own in a french kiss down to lung.
Black hairy tongue syndrome is unsung,
And black espressos raise tastebuds braille,
So now he's got a ladykiller record among
Those girls to whom cunnilingus isn't stale.
All I do now is blow a feeble kiss-
Bad breath and orgasms aren't that amiss.
Bad breath and orgasms aren't that amiss.
Bad breath and orgasms aren't that bad.
Bad breath and orgasms aren't that off.