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Little Poem #4

Widowed Dildo

Ejaculated dildo thrown out the window

Belonged long ago to a bride, whom now

A widow, who lazed and gazed out the window, she sighed “Dildo.”

The only pleasure, the

old widow, would treasure

– the dildo

The lonely dildo, blue, black and red, wept

As the widow’s forbidden zone fermented like bread.


About Black-Eyed Fetus

A literary rebel with a cause.. It's the only good fight there is. "I yam what I yam and that's all that I yam."

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