Random Pt. 7

This one’s for fun

it’s a grand finale that

is brought to you

by an alley cat

Roguish and random

with my face

I hand some

kisses out. Dish it out if you promise

to dish it back, tradition, I think it wack

Can one be conceited and depressed

at the same time? I guess I know the answer

I overfilled a pool with semen

The belly button of a belly dancer

Loose like a cannon, poetic, romantic

Swim in an ocean

of fleeting semantics

Tidal wave with each jam picked

For a while I was the cause of

His pan


I hang around longer than I should

call it loitering love

Last night I was at a club

But when I went

to sleep it shut off

I look Indian,

you just go to India

I once impregnated

the mind of Virgin-I-ah

And yes, abortion is still an option

Or death can adopt it

Have you tried finding

my new shit

Some are infatuated with my demise

some rude shit

Imagine grinning while hoisted

on a crucifix

Like, what’s wrong with that guy

Or girl, she can be crucified too

I’m gonna die because I have to

Not because of you

For the record I’m not bi

But I can appreciate the looks

of a hot dude

What I do in my room is brew up a storm

You are a thorn but you are not on my side

So how can you hurt me?

This last link is the chain

You hardly can jerk me

I am refreshing

Like any flavored slurpee

at a 7/11

Call me Daniel McDevin












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