THIS Poem was a people FAVORITE Bad Chipmunk Your thirst for blood disgusts me. Your bloody teeth scare me. Your terrible smile freezes me. Afraid that I will be next, if you are not fed on time. When its away I plot against, when it naps I do my best. To make that chipmunk rest, forever. But the thing is smarter than me. Higher IQ or something, it fights back, you see, throws ice and lightning. With incredible speed. O, whichever god lives! Rescue me, from this foul beast. And make this shopping mistake, your eternal feast. Only hope keeps me alive. Hope, that it will eventually die.
This now is a poem I wrote for all the guys who were fucked by a woman and not the other way around Sonnet For a Friend in Need Why does he hold her hand with baited breath, In hope that she might give him what he needs? He does not know that she is to him death, She takes his rose and throws at him her weeds. He sings his simple love song at her feet And like a seedling in the winter rain, It casts a small, tenacious dream to meet That which will prove itâs fight in vain. She cripples whom she deems a worthy victim, Yet in her absence he is sorely Grieved. He pleads that she might in her arms enfold him, His weighted limbs prove he has been deceived . For her, his heart burns with tortured screams. Against his throat, her knife in darkness gleams.
All very lovely! Write more and publish. If that means you have to suffer more, well, it's all for art.
You are truly a brillian man, C-Kid. A Renaissance Man in our midst! Now I'd like to comission you to write a poem about a woman who fucks you into another world, let's see what that one sounds like.