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I lost the password
for passion
Squeezing a honey
has gone out of fashion
for me
so sadly
No o-gasm
since Obama was President
Oh how I wish
to be decadent:
Huddled under a satin sheet
with a jazzy beat
bouncing bodies
generating heat
I try to jack
but the wack
is out of order
So
I'll deposit a quarter
for a cup of milf
as she sizzles
for mysilf
HA
unlike ma and pa
who did so
so naturally
"and so did me"
I say
but that was way
back in
1000s of yesterday
"And none today"
Those yesterdays:
we would gush
like Niagara
so please send
Viagra
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© PAUL OLIVERIO ©
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This is Dr. Raft, Paul's psychoanalyst and hopefully
ReplyDeletethis poem will prove to be a work of fiction.
I am working with an internationally renown physicist
to develop a Viagra specifically for Mr. and Mrs. CarPeo.
If our experimenting works, those Viagra
will be made available to the public
for less than the price of a can of tuna fish.
Dr. Raft:
ReplyDeleteMy husband, Miguel Micro, would like to purchase
a case of those pills once they become available.
My name is Bonita Buxoma.