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Mother Fucker

I had a revelation.
I just can’t remember what it was.
But I’m almost sure it was lewd, screwed, or in someway about you.
What can I do?
To bring it up might disgrace you.
To bring it up might replace you.
With a single prick, just one prick.
So I will stay focused in the same way you have been;
be still and get fucked by many pricks.
Me in the vein, you between the legs, one after another;
be still and stab away the meaning of Mother.
Easy does it like pleasing sleaze becomes it.
Just to be alive inside, we died inside.
So now we rise by way of compromise,
sinking into the bed where our lies have lied.
Fucking me when I wont recall,
and fucking you when you’re in need...
Of One more than All.
 
In every way,
every hole;
every day,
with no control.
 
Whore is to warmth, what cold is to console.
 
We both have had an insatiable hunger,
for fucking ourselves, and fucking each other.
Now we hunger for love,
and to know the true meaning of Fuck,        
and the true meaning of Mother.

(2012)

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