The Mothercunt Sonnets (3)

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Part 5 of the 11 part series

Updated 10/31/2021
Created 08/12/2004
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raygb37
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As Mother warbled for her Lord
In Kansas' heat and dust,
The farmers scarcely heard a word.
They worshiped Mama's bust,

Resplendent. Heaving mammaries
Formed every sacred phrase.
I smugly plunked piano keys.
You see, those were the days

Of "tourist courts." We had to share
One cabin, cinder block,
Cold water shower, incest's lair.
"Oooh, let me suck your cock

Before I sing, Cum, Son, and sanctify
My voice," she'd croon. Of course, I would comply.

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