A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Monday, April 04, 2022

Humoring

Her piss eyes raked
his bile soul
adrenaline and blood
surged wild, while sh!t
she said ate his grin whole,
and parts and holes
got versatile.
So fluids harsh
and mild spewed -
“That’s it!” He puled,
“You are just rude.”
“But am I just?”
“Yes, just” he lied.
“Then all is fair,”
she fantasized, and
both agreed to puke
accord, or else to die.
“I dub thee we!” “Let’s us!”
they sighed, and scored
and tried foreverly.

So if they end foreverless,
at least it was quite possible,
and still all right I guess. 


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