I wish you would want me, even if it was out of hate
Because knowing you think about me would be great
Because you are the reason every single day I masturbate
This is a poem without symbolism or meaning
It is just written from some id type feelings
This is a poem without symbolism or meaning
It is just written from my labido’s feelings
This is a poem without symbolism or meaning
It is just written from my truest feelings
When I think about you I filp my tongue around
And bite real hard down
In order to keep my knees from hitting the ground
Cuz
This is a poem without symbolism or meaning
It is just written from some id type feelings
This is a poem without symbolism or meaning
It is just written from my labido’s feelings
This is a poem without symbolism or meaning
It is just written from my truest feelings
I wish you would want me like Pamela Anderson or some other hot chick
Because I want to do the things to you that you think about
When you’re controlled by your dick
I want to suck it down, I want to suck it dry
I want to let you stick a hot poker into my thigh
I want you to slowly shove it in my ass,
I want to let you do whatever you want
No matter how crass
Cuz you’re the one that makes my cunt slowly quiver
You’re the one that makes me flow like a river
Although it would be nice to come less like rivers
And more like tributaries
I won’t really pout if you don’t eat me out,
The truth is all I want is for you to pop
Every one of my cherries
Cuz
This is a poem without symbolism or meaning
It is just written from some id type feelings
This is a poem without symbolism or meaning
It is just written from my labido’s feelings
This is a poem without symbolism or meaning
It is just written from my truest feelings
If I Told You
If I told you, you would say “She is crazy”But the truth is I am not crazy
I am just a loyal dog
Like your dogs
If I were only to be one of your dogs
To lay at the foot of your bed
To fetch your shoes
To lick your hand
I would cherish every time you sat on the couch with me
Every time you walked me
Every time you fed me
Every time you pet me
If I were only to be one of your dogs
To be pet by your many friends
To walk in your neighborhood
To eat from your garden
If I were only to be one of the vegetables in your garden
To have you prepare me
To have you serve me
To have you eat me
I would cherish having roots in your garden
Having my seeds replenish your garden
Having my fruits pleasure your guests
Having my fruits pleasure you
Oh to be a fruit in the bowl in your house
To be one of your tropic pineapples
To be one of your sweet oranges
To be one of your tart apples
To be sliced by your silver blade
To be put into your little bowl
To be chilled in your cooler
To be held in a zip-lock bag
Oh to be a zip-lock container in your backpack
To keep tight your homegrown blueberries
Smearing your Cinnabon Minnibon icing
To hold your Cozy’ turkey burger
To be the keeper of your peanut butter n’ cheese sandwich
To stick to the sides of your Café Mogador Pancakes
To be the bearer of your sandwich and cookie
To hold a series of cucumbers you sliced with a knife
Oh to be your knife
To have my shaft held gently by your bony hands
To have you dig me, drive me into your celery
To reflect the side of your arm as you slice a bagel
To spread your jam on a toasted piece of rye
To slice your cake in a time of celebration
To protect you from harm when in danger
And to sometimes cut your hand and leave a scar
Oh if I were only your masculine boyish scar
I gave you amnesia when you were 25
You got me skateboarding on 23rd
I am underneath your chin
To be a line on your body
To be seen by others
To be known by you
To be part of you
To be “Hot Lips” on M*A*S*H for you
To be the slave to your master
To be a monkey chandelier
To be something you love
If I told you
If I told you, you would say “But, I don’t know you”
The truth is, I know you
I don’t care if you know me
I am just a loyal dog
LISTS
Lists, what I love
Not myself
Lists, what I hate
Not you
Lists, what I eat
Cheese
Lists, what I want
You, every day, just you
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