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Butcher’s Hook
"A knowing look transmutes Sally's Saturday job into a frozen, swollen meat-fest."
Hacking bones, I glance askanceAt Graham in his bloody apronSawing through a clump of muscleTrimming fat and severing tendonsOh, those hands! now gloved and crimsonSkillful as a slaughtering surgeonOperations never ending Always reaping, never sewingGrisly gristle, loathsome lites areMinced for barbecue...
Nothing So Fine
"Classic Poetry for your reading pleasure..."
There is nothing so fine,As your behin'Come over here,I want your rear,Just one smack,Then I part your crack,I feel your cheek,And my knees go week,I want to caress,What's beneath your dress,Bend you over,And then take over,So firm and round,Makes me...