Saphead Poems - Poems about Saphead

...Lamet! is what she hears first him, screaming her second name as he descends upon her no time to process gravity a thud, tearing her core to shavings Maiweeeee! She is puzzled. His barito......

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...If heaven is a rest for the imbeciles, the banes of hell my portion must be. If cloud nine is a bordello, and the streets of gold are carved along the red-light-district, then god must be a pan......

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