Best Gonad Poems

Watch me creep upon your virgin abode
without a husbandry humping request
to take what is mine from no/mo/mojoe months of 
exsocietal solutiservititude of sexlessages unimpressed. 
Finally, the the universaladity of our fauxphysicosexual spirits melding
into a one promiscus misspromise delegated by past powers 
at be to a...

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can u tell me whomwhatwhere I am
or is everyone to blame
must i lose all Butt one limbs
and never hope to be the sames
I hide the mymemine unto all within'ins
and neverthewheretohereforwondery i was given
I don't know who u the Fu_k u r (emma)
I don't know why...

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Stymied synergistic stoolcumers synchronized
of gifted glib galb garbage run of mouth
nicotine rings of one night 
no promise quickly spilled
ever taxed gestured pocket
pool. tandem coulpling random 
access eye spew askances for a 
tainted night glow. Weak whitewine 
whispers office yupslugs curtaling on a 
Friday nnite feeding...

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Can u take boy me for what I am or do u need to fabricate an ego estrogen entity 
to fit yr fee fakemale forum in **** time present and id/ego absent intensity. Do tell howwhatwhatwherewhywhichwatkindhowmanywhose as I am of a different time place evo...

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An old scholar called Mi Balls Hung Lo
Wished he could put his gonads on show
His poor wife got quite mad
But his daughter said “Dad…
just remember to add a big bow”

By Jan Allison 

Now Hung Lo was really Gung Ho.
He had his big bow now in...

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we are here only for 
the pure joy of Living, 
a perfect simplicity of
blend requiem of life well lived
cognizant of ill pressed non beliefs
distant ***** dagger domestications
prisoner soulless sex socializations
livid love lies, greedy gonad gossip
self levied hate from sources abrupt
from in to ex turnal left...

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Lava stiletto lips
drips Medusa kisses
transmitting stone corpse aperitifs
she slithetrs hither on 
out of night sways of
narcoleptic nuptial napkins
snake strand locks of love
conceal couquettic tenderizing
fetish fantasies of climactic 
carnivorous copulations. 
Leviathan legs of boa bondage
clench my every clandestine thrunch.
Gonad groundswells of deep droning
desires-immersive of Eden's ego,...

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We all knew that she was a naughty nurse
For carrying a pretty pistol in her purse
While looking for a perfect excuse
For her great gun having to use.

Not only was she naughty but also bad
When she shot off his each gonad
And after that they had taken...

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Let us not singular sinfiltrate our
over dosed mind measures
of all our predisposed socio-patterened
downfalls we have domesti-inherited
from our DNA dumb nulls un an
appreciated elders of **** ascent
beings of a post/past anointed anomalied
bereavements pushing presumptive
present tense postured atrocities  
future follied fornitude frenzies to
cry contain those all...

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Sad
mad
wealth of bad;

Not so glad
not so rad
and not really healthy gonad
regenerative gospel.

Sad sex,
mad religion,
wealth of unaffordable,
rapaciously bad politics
seducing capitalist white bad boys
with mad cash investments
in wealthy corporate religions
with win/lose purposive missions

To forget we little regular folk
may all worship different Sons,
but all those Sons and Suns
and...

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Marry a poet 
Who will write you poems 
And treat you; a pet 
Composed many anthems 
With kisses that presents you his QUEEN in a banquet 

Marry a poet, a great bard 
Who will take care in bed 
Hold you like sword to an Asgard...

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Lost libido as rez erected cockamamie Shtrungool haint no prickly fallacy

The following pastiche 
poetically pricked prick,
whereby fantasy courtesy Eros 
(????) cow licked
country bumpin videlicet hick
bullied who consider me 
on account of a dinky dick.

Me primate chronological
adolescent and emerging adult age evinced
no whoa Biblical flood
thru microsoft...

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Brainstorming until figuratively blue in the gills...,
and finally gung-ho with a poem title
important to yours truly
not disappointing his Facebook fan base,
which electronic affirmation,
and confirmation, breeds gratification
analogous to being
the proud papa begetting offspring
progeny growing up at breakneck speed
spurring me to rub my eyes
as if experiencing hallucination,
and...

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I paid no heed to the call of the siren(s)

where amble lances 
hurled with the might 
of off fish hull seductress dances
setting figurative stage to take a bite
from canoodling beastie boy best eaten alive
or just after freshly being killed.

oblivious to the ramifications
courtesy the deafening ear...

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