Orifices
Cutting cake, piece by piece
dividing subtracting equalising
but that’s not right
all things aren’t equal
crumbs
An itchy trigger finger
loading, ready to shoot out
loitering
spooked into squealing
about to be shaken like a baby
Release comes quick
an eager d**k
though snot remains
stacks of chalk lines
that need to be framed
the choo choo sound
a tissue a tissue
we all stay bound
To one another
we devote and worship
the ground you walk on
will swallow me whole
So I try to swallow you whole
tongue in cheek
and everywhere else
it will fit
licking lips and squeezing t**s
we can come so we can leave.
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