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my nam is gurl
and when i find
my loin alight
online i climb
i writ a thred
to hav my pick
i find a man
i suck the dicc
yur nam is man
and when yu need
a gurl to kiss
and gif your seed
yu find mye lips
to gif a glaze
yu grab my hed
yu fuk mye face
my nam is mouth
im warm and wet
and wen with cock
my lips ar met
i open wide
lyk being fed
i use mye tung
i lik the hed
my nam is throt
and wen the man
is taking charg
withe stronge hands
i haf no qualm
how far hes sunk
i open wide
i drink the spunk
Some might speak of Byron,
And others sing of Keats
There are those who wonder at Frost's work
But you, they've yet to meet
For though there are many stars
In the poets' constellation
Few can meet the heights
Of your masterful creation
Granted, I'm no scholar
Of meter, pace, or rhyme
But I've pored over a few old, thick books
And read the best in my own time
So keep your shabby Dickinson
And stay your hand from cummings
Whitman's hardly got a chance
And Wordsworth's scarcely in the running
Some wrote of truth and beauty
Others gloried in hope and luck
But you, my darling laureate
Have the best of all: The SUCC.
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