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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447304" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Some Spit, Some Swallow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some Spit, Some Swallow<br>Date: April 30,2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've way too much fury<br>Welled up inside that cramped dark hole<br>The rooms are small and empty<br>Except for the crashing waves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My soft brown thighs burn for the man<br>The one over there, with the fake smile and lying eyes<br>That door to door salesman, knocking on Saturday mornings<br>Selling gadgets that nobody needs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poor cheap bastard<br>He'll never know how I steal his goods<br>Sucking down his every breath while he stands there ogling<br>I smile, and then vomit the bile of my own disgust</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yesterday, I rode out on a freshly painted dinghy<br>Ready to let the fish have a go at my heart<br>But, ha! I will have the last bitter laugh<br>As he gags on my glutted remains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I am full of rot, and steaming pestilence<br>Spilling my flesh like a boil in summer's heat<br>Festered and ripe as the midday sun<br>All hot, puss filled and angry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I say, come now if you dare<br>Take your chances and drink to have your fill<br>Eat, feast and be merry in the moment<br>As it is his grave that I dig…not mine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when he stumbles and falls<br>I will be the only one to crawl from the decay<br>Prize in hand, smiling like tomorrow's sunshine<br>The holder of his best kept secrets</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will roll them around in a red velvet box<br>Then turn them loose for the world to see<br>And the world, will chew the cud and wonder of the taste<br>Some may spit, but most will swallow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll tell ya…it's all that fury, building up, year after year<br>That spoon feeds fire to the blind mouse<br>I watch him in his squirming, screaming orgasm<br>Then laugh as he scurries away in daylight fright</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He has not left me weak or hungry<br>As I've binged on the potential of his fear<br>I light up another cigarette, breathe in the salt of his distress<br>Then, as the smoke curls from my cold red lips, I leave him…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With his pants down and the lights on</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Leria+Hawkins">Leria Hawkins</a><div class=q>
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Date: April 30,2012

I've way too much fury
Welled up inside that cramped dark hole
The rooms are small and empty
Except for the crashing waves

My soft brown thighs burn for the man
The one over there, with the fake smile ..."></div>
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