Shit, a Haiku by braingrind
Eat my shit, you shit.
I shit on your shitty face.
I'm shitting on you.
Faecal Fantasies, another Haiku by braingrind
There aren't many things
I find that I enjoy more
than you eating shit.
I don't give a shit, a free-verse beat poem by braingrind
Shit.
What, me shit?
Shit yeah, shit yeah.
I sit, I shit.
Sit and shit I know...
this shit is my shit but I can share.
Eat my shit.
Brown Flowers, another free-verse beat poem by braingrind
Flowers to smell.
Flowers of the kind that won't be bought
but still found in the store.
Girls.
Flowers.
Flowers for the girl but she doesn't want them.
Her favourite colour brown is not.
With a percussive pounding my flowers are delivered.
Deep within my brown eye the florist works
constantly.
I brought these flowers just for you.
I tried to lay them
on your chest,
but you ran.
Screaming.
Calling Your Name, a poem by braingrind in iambic pentameter
For you I give this thing of mine. Enjoy!
Delight in it's pungent aroma, dear.
Deep pounding resonates and signals its
arrival. I'm farting on your face, girl.
Don't you like it? Why are you leaving me?
It's Just a Job, a free-verse poem by braingrind
I don't see your name on the list.
You can beg, you can plead,
you can even try to bribe me.
It won't change anything,
you're still not on the list.
There's only one thing you can do,
to try to make me add you,
but you're old, fat, and ugly.
You're not on my dick,
so you're not getting in.
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