Think about the exertion
The schedule insatiable
The orgasmic rounds
He has to make
Greasy, idle hands
Come calling
Sleazy wild glands
And their sweet appallings
Every night
Every day
The sordid sprints and marathons
In every indulgent way
How many ****
Can one guy fondle
How many cocks
Can inspire a rondle
The King of Sleaze
Has begun to wheeze
So grant him respite
Before those horns of plenty
Fail to connect or sustain
His wicked signal of sin.
(2/16/19)
Categories:
rondle, appreciation, humanity, lust, mystery,
Form: Free verse
I brazenly came on this site,
I wrote and wrote with all my might.
I clicked a button that said contest,
"Sure, stick me in there", I'll do my best.
Maybe I'll win a big, fat pizza for my story,
instead, their offering something called a Glory.
Now I see I'm in big trouble,
what's an Ethere, or even double ?
Who the heck is Rondle ?
My second sister's name is Rhonda...?
I think this will be just like hell.
right now I wear out the comma.
What's a form ?
Whose on first ?
What's the norm ?
I think I'll burst !
Pass me some of that medical marijuana,
I really think I want my Momma !
This ole' dawg may never learn,
that doesn't mean I won't return.
"I don't know ", I hit a lot,
wish I knew just what was what.
Categories:
rondle, on writing and wordsme,
Form: Rhyme