18+ an xrated poem about exactly what it seems. Writing crazy stuff at times feels good. |
-In Transit To Uranus- by Keaton Foster 18+ Wait I know Oh do I ever Truly understanding What exactly it is That you’re thinking Observation My God given gift But this warped sense Of what is funny Comes from living In his kingdom of fools Every third one to the right Stand on back And I’ll show you Afford you Some sort of a roll In this twisted rhyme You’ll be able to relate Your time will not be wasted Prepare to sort of be enlightened As we take a journey To a place beyond the sky Join me Irony to the enth degree This A completely offensive Narrative Is about quite frankly Intergalactic Asshole penetration And yes You just read that This My combative disparagement Is meant to upset On every level of living Consider yourself blurbed Not a word, I know A comical transition From one shithole To seemingly every other Sure you may be further adding Take me out to dinner first Get me really drunk A little foreplay Would indeed be nice Nope None of that Its balls deep or nothing Its grin and bear it Take it right in the derriere It’s all that it seems meant This Our shared transcendence Across the eons Our travel Far beyond the heavens Into much deeper space Such a really dark place Full of much waste And by waste specifically All that we pass by In our metamorphic rocket ship Powered by a shitload Of irreverence And a slighted view Of human ownership From one dick to another I ask you to have patience You’ll get it And if you don’t They you always won’t So Sit on back my misogynistic hand A real would be homophobic With at least one gay friend Friend of a friend really Come on you know I’m right Imagine further please A long cylindrical vessel Traveling through The deepest space At the front There is a cockpit At the back There are thrusters In the middle Various living quarters At the heart of the vessel The reproductive Containment spheres Holding the hopes And futures Of every human being To cum before That’s no typo Asleep is the crew of a few Androids don’t count as human Deep In a hyper sleep induced coma No idea what’s going on As the ship hurls towards destiny In Transit to Uranus Once there The craft will dock All of it automatic All of it on auto pilot Only then will the pilots The messengers of life Wake the fuck up There are three dudes To everyone lady Three horny fuckers With just as many orifices Not their own But to choose from Sure reproduction will be done The odds are always favored But on top of that I’m sure There be a whole lot of action Quite a few honey pots Waiting to be fucked Sucked And hockey pucked Again I know It’s not really a word In transit to Uranus So excited We’re almost there… In Transit To Uranus Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |