I have your attention,
you ponder my tale.
today i saw a nipple,
Argentinian breast, pale.
The angel don her wings.
the product, some insurance.
the shot; damsels in halo's and
loose, flowy garments.
And oh how loose it was!
As a boob cover, quite pathetic.
And as i had Phils shades
mine eyes invisible and erratic
And a lesson I relearned,
never judge a book by its cover.
Tits like snow capped Mount Fuji!
She was all areola.
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Shit, Kai, you're not bad at these.
I KNOW! Who knew? This may be backhanded compliment of the year, but are you plagiarising all this stuff Kai?
I KNOW! Who Knew? I always thought he was an illiterate ape.
I'd probably take the comment as an insult but it's coming from an electrician.
And it's all mine.
I MEAN WHO KNEW! FUCKING JESUS!
Besides I actually thought this one was a bit lazy.
Here's a poem of my own, in homage to yours:
"I like your poem a lot
A lot a lot a lot. Oh so rhymey"
In all seriousness, write more. These glimpses into your work are interesting.
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