Playfully
putting pen to paper
to
participate in the proliferation
of profane
poetry.
Shit.
Sex.
Dirty Stuff.
Yeah, real
nasty things.
Boogers.
Pointless
puffery
peddled while
patiently
pausing from
purity in
pursuit of
pleasures.
Poetry, per
say,
providing
the portal
of phonetic
pornography,
impersonally.
Protest this
putrid and
pompous puerility?
Please.
You’ve
perused previously.
Boobies.
Naughty
stuff,
Butts.
Lingerie.
Probably
pushing the
polite
positions of polished
and practiced
plebeians.
Pedantic
plop.
Putting the
pen to paper,
(fingers to
the keys)
placing
profound pressure on
a poet in presenting
profundities.
Playful poem,
proudly
displayed,
pronouncing,
“Writer’s Block.”
Piss.
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