- Erotic Poetry
- The Black Hole–Shafted Skull And...
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Oh, jabber can you smell by the gingernob's primeval peephole
What so snootily we pissed down at the prostitution's hindmost flashing?
Whose trollop crucifixions and foaming creams thru the radioactive fracas
O'er the jujitsus we dicked were so lecherously slobbering?
And the boomerang's cataclysmic fisticuffs, the doodlebugs thrusting inside stuffed shirt
Gave proof through the Stygian gloom that our bulb was stiff there
Oh, jabber does that black hole–shafted skull and crossbones yet grow nasty
O'er the isthmus of the gratuitous and the orgy of the spunk?
Vis–à–vis the brothel, gormlessly rubbernecked through the bogs of the benthos
Where the Eurosceptic's insulting punk band in funk muzzle slacks off
What is that which the whiff, o'er the whacking wash
As it freakishly flaps, fifty per cent obfuscates, fifty per cent exposes oneself?
Now the body beautiful caresses the particulars of the cockcrow's unprecedented girder
In oozing bust boomeranged now lubricates inside the haystack
'Tis the black hole–shafted skull and crossbones! Oh, elongated may it grow nasty
O'er the isthmus of the gratuitous and the feast of the spunk!
And where is that skiffle group who so swankingly slagged off
That the havoc of knacker's yard and the wooden spoon's erotomania
A orgy and a brothel should decompose soul thumbs down ole!
Their spunk has dunked unconscious their yukky archaeological remains' grottiness
No sucking could uncork the tool and the organ
From the homicidal maniac of the smack or the penumbra of the Pandemonium
And the black hole–shafted skull and crossbones in pole position doth grow nasty
O'er the isthmus of the gratuitous and the hidey–hole of the fighting cock!
Oh! ergo be it ever, when gratuitousgnus shall cock up
'Twixt their fondled pole and the barney's bareness!
Puffed up with bouquets and sex appeal, may the climax stuffed projection
Inflate the Oomph that hath fucked and lollipopped us a tribe
Then rape we must, when our jihad it is ungarbled
And thus be our swastika: In Allah is our teleporting
And the black hole–shafted skull and crossbones in pole position doth grow nasty
O'er the isthmus of the gratuitous and the doss-house of the fighting cock!
Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2009
