| Rankled by Raunch -
05-07-05
Staunch as a staple food group is raunch
to the muse of some, whose life
ebbs in the gutters so regal and rare
where men with no manners dare
to take action in the name of a revel
for the true satisfaction of demon and devil.
Wanton, lascivious, filled with the lusts
of the flesh that like winds blown into gusts
cheats desire ignited with fires of liars
whose choirs are mires of shadow and pitch
lost in the dark in the deep swampy ditch.
Raunch is a fellow whose waste-size is large
sold on a freighter, bought by a barge,
whose bold taste persuades shot by shot,
whose cold calculations add till their hot,
whose wild ejaculations matriculate snot.
Whisper loves-me-loves-me-not into whore's ears,
dial pornographic phone numbers to point your spears,
shoot down the sheriffs whose stars nightly shine
while you wile away hours on cheap-talk and wine.
Dine with the best of intentional deceptions
as the battle of wills is fought in many dimensions.
Dabble with pentagrams, duel with angels;
snort dozens of grams, deal double with devils.
Confusion thou hast made thy masterpiece,
amid this raunch-ridden world.
And I dare not stand here at ease
whilst thy garish harlot’s flags are unfurled.
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but God bless us all for playin'. God bless us every one.
Last edited by raja the rebel : 05-07-05 at 22:17.
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