99 Feces Cloning Poems
he made me
melt down
on flailing knees
palefully weakened by other worldliness
desiring his ring of power
i succumbed
all you have junk yard dog with your bulging eyes
and wrinkled face fur
is
fearful ugliness
binding the flesh to the bone
knitting our indiscretions to the City Hall
99 feces
needs to read between the covers
What you want you already have
you have mother on your mind
You are either coming in or out
of the womb that binds you
you are never nice to me B*tch
you know Lust and Desire
Make odd bedfellows
Give it up
Jane Jones June 18, 2008
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