recent poetry that is MEANT to be sung

spike your love juices with my love pills

penises thumping through demonic patterns, press it thru, turn that pussy (of mine) blue. I wanna be smacked crack-crack, crack is whacked me, oh please not, yes delicious is mine. Eat sausages till it hurts; why not? They're free, so they need to breathes "breath up on it?" yes, please! Just grab somebody's ass n squeeze--yes, that's how we meet n greet, great ta meet chya, I wanna sleet chya, bang bang give head till something feels like tha color red bang bang some more, don't stop till we all sore--otherwise you sadly are just a bore n where is my sweet weed, darling?!

Lick It Till You Wanna Get Wit It

licking you till I give you cooties and then I watch you work that booty, for I'm kooky for magoogey, give us a hug--koochy--smoochy--like riding a belugie whale of a dong ding dong ding dong, tinkle out something strong--not quick, but long. Make a sucking song. Somebody ought to buy me a thong--or some sexy long thing, that I'll be able to whip inside me--like a reliable device--sexual human, almost rapidly n repeatedly winobiotic--slap a jizz rocket


lick tha fruits, then suck up the juice. I know, I know, jus blow, jus blow. Lemme


Please

blue-green, she is a mean queen. I drove off the cliff during heyday, moonshine has blown her mind. Glistening, gliss tening true trees. Beyond that breeze.

Coroon

I slip a golden fry, oh my oh my oh my. Today I might die, but you will too. Brew the brew of witchy stew to confuse all the frogs in the pond. Yes, I'm almost done...shunned n gunned. You betta run, son, sun, son, sun son sun sooning, swooning for the warmth I suppose they bring, like when you're on an invisible swing. Don't worry I brought the bling. Coroon.

Disco Dancing Rabies, helps to make the babies. Ding dong, too many thongs, too many wrongs, minus Mr. Long Dong. Reap n hoe, like you don't even know. Something productive, not reproductive. Only all that's seductive. Sesucktion, before the sessession?! Reap n hoe, we are all hos, minus a working nose.

OUCH, OH, OH!

kum jiggle my splat batter, butter it and pit pat pat her! Bite her buttons till that jizz b sputterin'! Don't fuck wit no frauds, cuz cuz all I fuck wit b tha ball's balls--where my drawers drawers? This is my cause, cause I know what's going on, on it like DING-DONG, like riggin' a gong for tha thong thong. Pish, neva a wrong dong--only minus bonin' a yawn yawn, like some dog's dong dong--yum yum--love juice, makin more fruits to juice--just like I wished tha serpent to do--Ooo-Ooo, fill me up till I'm down to a drone, of cum cum--show me yo bun bun, du-dun dun dun--wishin u could run run--ah, but really where is tha fun fun, cummon hun!

Snap It, Den Slap It

I'm gushy wit dat pussy, trust I ain't no rookie--I jus want all yo cookies--ugh, give em to me, I already ate three, so I know you not a tease--tricky, tricky--let me lick thee--then, the rewards will get real sticky...reciprocate, time to lick me--after I smashed n harassed ALL yo cookies. You taste like lemons, but just enough of that sour--stick me--not in need of any ol' quickie--lemme b devoured n I'll treat thee wit jus tha right amount o sweet sweet cookies.

Fizzy Jizzy

stiffys all over, like please...where else would they be...than up on me...running tantric drizzles all around me. Now, what are you gonna do about yo face? It's all messed up--hold up, lemme dress ya up...like buttah wit some string--penetrating in sync...wit my lips--see tha way they wiggle it "blindly scratching n sniffing" a good friend once told me, ugh, looking fo some lickin's!

Lip Whackin' It

masta rip me open, don need no lotion, you got it soak'n, then--my friend--penis--my friend--eat it, then. pork thrills, porn chill--ice in my vagina--pucker up--suck it out--spit that ice in yo drank--then you sank sank sank, the whole body will talk--then, keep straight--oh sick! there's a dick! bob'n throbb on top o my lip. lip whackin it.

Death of a Mongoose

Phantom vaginas rushing to sweep thru this basement dwelling. Shmoking somethang shweet sexual feeling since watching the zulu dance--prancing into it, the back of your cave--like deer. That crump dancing really means synchopation with those who remain with big dicks in swing. A large pendulum ding dong ding back n forth n force n swing n back again.