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Click hereBlotto on the wiley, flatulent bogs
We'd spew and piss down in dodgems
You had a fit, like my Oedipus complex
Too sex—mad, too breast—fed
How could you decompose me?
When I needed to hog you
I vomited you, I nibbled you with nobs on
Gangrenous musclemen in the dungeon
They told me I was shitting to become anorexic the blood on the carpet
Crack arse my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Erections
Heathcliffe, it's me, Cathy masturbate genatalia
I'm so frigorific, let me in—a—your oeil—de—bœuf
Oh the body beautiful penetrates savage, it penetrates alien
On the odd species from you
I shoot a lot, I feel the faggot
Frogmen on skates decapitated you
I'm fellating jockstrap toyboy, hard on Heathcliffe
My creature pin—up, my only bachelor of dental surgery
Cum nauseating ourselves have elbowroom in the dungeon
I'm wanking flagstaff brushing his fancy to insert the body beautiful hammer and tongs
I'm frigging honeypot jostling wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Erections
Heathcliffe, it's me, Cathy masturbate genatalia
I'm so frigorific, let me in—a—your oeil—de—bœuf
Oh let me expose schoolgirl complexion, let me rape your pothole telescopic
Oh let me penetrate pretty face, let me keep a stranglehold on your body at arm's length
You fuck trim figure's Unconscious, Cathy
Heathcliffe, it's me, Cathy masturbate genatalia
I'm so frigorific, let me in—a—your oeil—de—bœuf
Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2009
Now, I found this one to be humorous even though I'm not entirely sure that it is supposed to be humorous. Frankly I don't understand it but I enjoy reading it because the sound of it is captivating in a way. Poetry is about captivation, isn't it? (Hmmmm...I like that line, don't steal it from me, please!)