Pickle - Mar 19
Pow! the pale powder pumps power into
The pastor’s panicked pulse. Peeing his pants,
He pulls his parcel and pitter-patters
To the piss-pot, paying his penile penance.
Copyright © X F Lacasse | Year Posted 2025
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