Donkey Breath
That woman is so magnetic beautiful,
as long as she keeps her coffin-mouth closed
Her vapor death got a mean kick ...
two hooves in the chest
A cemetery kiss that will make you fatally sick,
I’m talking donkey breath
Mr. Ed,
my neighbor down the street,
had an illegit child
Promiscuous with sailor lips,
she loved to bray wild
with a profane tongue
Her love was a tempting cold dish,
a pleasure-filled supper ... chilled endorphin enjoyed,
if you had a good pair of earmuffs
Had body beauty that was unsurpassed,
but any intimate contact
required you to wear a surgical mask
Possessing oxygen death that had an iron kick ...
two lung hooves buried in the chest
A gravedigger mouth spitting dirt on you quick,
cute cadaver talking donkey breath
Dread the proximity of drawing her air;
kick the bad habit ... muzzle any thoughts
of having an amorous affair
Donkey breath bed of misery is six-feet deep —
many sinus-free lovers are buried there
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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