I Am Preoccupied With My Nose Poem by richardo posto

Pinch, worms crawl out

Rub, Rudolph the Reindeer

Sneeze, Sneeze again!

Ga-zoont-tite! Viva! Salud!

French Lover's: Essential




Now if you thought that poem was bad,

please excuse, but below I have some experimental

stuff, that delves into the vulgar, innappropriate,

simply offensive stuff, and especially if this

offends, exit now,

thanks
-Steven Lunchbox

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OK, lets get a few formalities out of the way right now.

The following words are good, because they were created to

release tension.

Obviousley, if (I KNow I spelt that rong) Oviously,

or is it really so obvious?

God given rights.

Man given rights.

Dog given rights.

Natural rights.

I know my writes.

I fly kites.

Whoa, I am drifting off topic here,

-stay with the message Lunchbox, Stay on message-

everyone enjoys a good romantic encounter with a member's member

should we question the status quo of young, innocent, eager, longing?

Is romance as such confined?

On a sunshine morn

I did witness

the copulation of two very large

grasshoppers

balanced on a fence

in a field in Quatemala,

The sun made for a misty brilliant picture,

hues of hay,

slowly rocking back and forth were they,

to carry on their generations

such a weighty and precious process


were they on, and such lovemaking surpassed

that of many humans, or at least those

depicted on the internet.

If love could find such expression in the souls of grasshoppers...