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A Couple Poems (January 2015)
by Jen "Erect Joy" Monknun


1.)

Crazed crocodiles, burning logs,

drooling rabid lions,

Snakes hooking scythes, the miserably tormenting vision of fallen Eagle.



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Well there is a miracle here on this bird-deviled day. That miracle is singing its glory home today with a little lesson for all the Johnnys and Jaimes out there who just can't get that break they've been seeking so diligently. It sure is the very sin of the devil himself that seeks to smudge out the acorn of godly miracles and fortune.

Why is he standing so smug, with rosy cheeks and a fat pudge, his tail tied in a knot and his feet turning into snakes. Who is the Lord of the Gates of Matter and what acquaintance shall be held with him?

The bones sticking out of living skin, fruitless fractures of flesh

The spiked collar poking with a flaming club,

The demons at his beckoning, cannot see through the



Flaming leopard wall!



Hallelujah!





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Naked breasts in the cool blue water lifted weightless with peacocks and vessels lifted by floating forces, pouring in the landscape of dunes

The peacock is just floating in the air, and there is a dandelion gone to seed and the end of each seed has a special symbol emblazoned.

In the air all the forces are harmoniously winding and there is a giant bright star floating overhead.

The cool water pours like silk down the stomach and sides and back into the pool.

Blushes of indecency baptized with a sure and absolute decency, granted by the Daughter of the Firmament herself.



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2.)

A Naughty Limerick or Two, Looking back sentimentally on the Holidays and Old Times



A Ringlet of Dew

Dropped over the dorm

As Sally and Sampson were sucking,

Their Gym teacher's brown

and large puckered anus,

This semester they wouldn't be flunking.

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It's Christmas Time And once again

The naughty wives are plotting to no end,

To ensnare the Gift Giver

And won't he Give her

A Cock Ride and a Sleigh Ride, Too.

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Flying around we are all up in heaven,

Santa, His reindeer, and me Make Eleven,

Minus Red Rudolph, because don't you know,

His Ruby Red Nose is all he's got to show.

And that don't impress me much.