my cock and your cock and his cock
all do the cock walk down cock lane
fill in the cock sheet
fill in the cock hole
cock a man
cock a woman
cock a doddle do
i love flummery
more than cock
i love pussy
more than cat
i love to make
trouble
but i am about as dangerous
as a pink flower
i am as dangerous
as pubic hair
i am as dangerous
as a spoiled brat
in an expsensive resturant
i am as dangerous
as a confessional box
i am as dangerous
as a dozen secrets
i am as dangerous
as melting icecream
i am as dangerous
as yellow wall paper
i am as dangerous
as crying
i am as dangerous
a cock rash bum rash face rash
i am as dangerous
as comfortable children
i am as dangerous
as loving parents
i am as dangerous
as a mummies boy
i am as dangerous
as a blinking street light
i am as dangerous
as a feather pillow
i am as dangerous
as bad writing
i am as dangerous
as a toothless bite
i am as dangerous
as wet socks
i am as dangerous
as a late night snore
i am as dangerous
as how did this poem begin?
something about cock
flummery…slapdash prose…
God,
you made me quite perfectly
even with a spot on the tip of my nose
and a small brown mole on my inner thigh
you are a strange kind of artist
what you do is entirely bizzare
absurd rubbish and ridiculous
but it makes sense
you COMMUNICATE
even in the most surreal moments
as if writing was merely
a connection of sorts
a simple truth
admist all the error
and barrage of inane tripe
i guess you have to be slightly mad
to indulge in this kind of typing.
filled with the moon
a mooncalf!
milking the word
and the reader
masurbating the reader
just a little
a little cock
running down the
lane with words
running down the
lane with words
suck on it!
and laugh…