From moria poetry

REFRAIN: WITH YOUR DICK BETWEEN MY LEGS

With your dick between my legs,
you ask: what's up?
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you ask me a pointed question
but it's too hard to answer.
:|
you don't breathe.

You're like this stiff I saw at a funeral once
(he had on orange eye shadow and I went,
like, totally necro for about three seconds).
:|
you feel lucky, but, no; it's more than that.
You are a commuter with the right of way;
as you suck the whip off a giant mocha.
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you've got a big head.
You flare your nostrils and smile fatly.
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you secretly hum the theme from Shaft.
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a vein in your forehead pops and the whole room
smells like canaries as the aneurism comes
all over your face.

© Karyna McGlynn 2006