Daddy Dearest

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 Daddy Dearest

“Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,.

so lust will sate itself in a celestial bed.”

William Shakespeare from HAMLET.

Hamolet: Saywhat?

Ghoost: Perhapps I am, or am not your fodder’s

spiral, dummed for a gaggle of thorny ticks to

waddle the night, and as to the lite, confiscated to

to sprint in flames, till the fowl crimeas done neath

the gaze of Gaia are burned and pissed away.

If I was not zippered and tethered to not spill the

kidneys of my cage, I could vomit a tail fully

unwagged that would gut thy loins, freeze the plasma

midst your orbs, making your binocular fusion , like to

bilious gas giants, blow their bladders, thy curly lox to

straighten and each hare to erupt like the thrusting

quills of a pious porpentine’s posterior. But hay, these

salient sorrows should not succor the lobes of meat

and blud. But damn the torps, for if you ever dug your

Daddy!

Hamolet: You know I did!

Ghoost: Then my buoy, you must revenge my hidden

and uber obscene homicide.

Hamolet: Bitchin’ , I am red eye, so lay it on me, Pap.

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub