Anal eyes

[Leanne]

I am not my poem.

I am a 52-year-old trucker from Antigua. I frequent
lemur hospitals and pudding cups. On Wednesdays I
build straw men and on Fridays I douse them with rum.
The Sunday roast burns the pudding.

In Oslo, I became a cobbler. Your feet were bitten and
bare. Someone stole the bells. The straw man shattered
in the jaws of the ass.

Tomorrow I will drive home. Melting
is all that is left to do.

I will not become a poem. I am words. I did not write
this. You thought it and it appeared, naked as
the lemur. Bandaged. Broken. Silent.

[Erthona]

Ah a titillating title.

"straw man shattered
in the jaws of the ass."

At first I thought this was a reference to Samson, but then I realized it was a reference to eating

Dale

[Leanne]

eew, what sort of crap do you eat? :p

[bena]

Ah a titillating title.


Dale

Dale is obsessed with tits and ass these days, have you noticed?
Erm, I mean Dale is pretty much normal, isn't he?


I would love to be the person to point out a flaw so that I could make you more human and less Goddess-like, but you know what, I can't.....

So no real critique, except for the fact that you make us all look bad.

mel.

[Leanne]

You are all bad. I like bad. Especially with tits and ass.