were i to...

were i to get any stranger...
it would be dangerous...downright naughty.
uncontrollable outbursts of choking words
spitting on the airy scent of turds fluttering there and where-y
to and fro.

i guess some days aren't meant to be lived
in this way.

traded for a moment and sent astray;
frolicking in no directions.

were i  to get any more horny,
it would be revelling...upright proudly.
non-stop dry humping panties on my head;
jeans on jeans-dancing pelvises making out
up and down.

i guess some days, like adversity, 
are meant to be
grabbed by the ears
and fucked...
right...in...the face.

teach life a lesson, you bastard
you're in charge now...admiral. 


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