I am feeling sickly, glowingly so quite cold
My nasal section be soundin' like a scraped scape
Catarrh be on its way, I have felt his rushin' bold
That another womb waits herein like a growin' grape
Be one good warning 'gainst my tool lest my pride dies
N' all that are good gummed a-head morph to naught
All in the name of one bite of some sweet n' pulchritude pies
Indeterminately conclude my own drama 'gainst my audience's court.
© Jodekss 2016
Hello, I am Jodekss Gloatkenf --my penname. I am a professional writer, ghostwriter, researcher, editor, blogger, podcaster, artist, thinker and lightworker. I believe in creativeness, diversity and uniqueness --my definition of art.
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