From The Gut... Poem by Heatseeker FORTY7

These noise barks back from the gut
Corrupting my soul with perfect smut
All itches, bea(it) ches and urges now converge
In a moment; with a thrust, all upsurge.

Senses fail and self control overthrown
Greedy, angry, wicked, self-overblown
Careless, shameless, callous to the bone
Looks like I'm beginning to come undone

A faceless dark grin escaped its grave
And in a fleeting moment I cud never brave
Stole away my pride, my will to fight
Sponged the line 'tween wrong and right


Slithered in with a flawless seduction
Then jumped and raped me of reason
And all that I thought I had quenched or doused
Now stands in front of me, monstrous and aroused!