Being alone is sadYou sit and stare in to spaceYou imagine so many thingsYou think about what ifWhat if you had a special someoneWhat would you doWould you be holding handsWould you lean over and kiss himWhat if, what would...

The Night I Was Pickle Fucked

"Was it a dream? Or real? Surely a dream?"

As pickles in a barrel, constrained I feel A pickles life seems just surreal As pickle A fucks pickle B “I’m in a pickle” says he. Lumped together against their will They live in the brine and raunchy dill. Until...