Pinkeye, a poem.

How do you fuck with this Pinkeye? It’s an STD, You can see from miles away…. and when they see, they run for hills, throwing crucifixes with their fingers, the fear on their faces. Booty calls: “I wanna toss ya’….” I got pinkeye. “Oh, never mind….~click~” And suddenly you are the decease, Bacteria, A kissContinue reading “Pinkeye, a poem.”

I Should Have Said Nothing?, a poem.

I lived down stream the king’s damn,and dreamedthatit broke, watching it murder myvillage. It hurt, that I didn’t die with them. Concerned,I told mywife laying next to me. “Blasphemy!I will neverlay with youagain!” And with that, turned me over to the night watch, who beaten meand gave me to my cell mates. Brought beforethe KingContinue reading “I Should Have Said Nothing?, a poem.”