love poem for sherri. i once had a chick named sherry
but let’s not get into her tight shaved slit willing ass right now
that deliciously slutty cocksucker, no, let’s write a love poem
not a sex poem, let’s write about respect, and ardent roses thank you poem
about brains bitches and ballistic missile code poems
Two Poems for Sherri (aka the Ardent Rose)
1. my kind of girl
there’s a woman at a digital easel
drawing silver-age-style-comics
she swipes the screen
the yellow gas mask girl yellowly slides on
then feverishly white pixels beat down black words on the page
the whole easel has become Alien Relish, guey
not the slimey protein, but the book, my book
my kind of bad-ass, smutpunk chick, chic chale
2. i love reviews
five stars being the anal sex of reviews
the deepthroat foreplay
the kind that makes your teeth fall out
that makes you bite your own finger
til blood flushes yourself down
the worm hole til you pop out
basted gooily in alien relish floatingly
floating the river of titty-cocks
bouncing soft squishy titties
bumping pinball sac futanari
as you float down the river
you see a girl with smutpunkadelic eyes
at an easel drawing the situation
the one from your brain, deep and cutely
as the other side of the wormhole seals
your cock explodes with digital code
a virtual verified review
thank you