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Poetry

Rewind

Written by Nick Sallade

You are attracted to dicks

And not the genitalia kind

The ones that are pigs

With only sex on their mind

Not that you don’t like it

You sometimes take it from behind,

But that is the only thing

That keeps you two combined,

He’s slept with other girls

But you just press rewind

And start over again

As if you both were blind

To the world around you

Where someone else might find

You a wonderful person

Unlike the one you are entwined,

He is the biggest of jerks

Only in this for the bump and grind.

Lose him and find someone

That sees you as sweet and kind

Not just a piece of meat to fuck.

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Older Stuff Like Grandma

Written by Nick Sallade

Between you and Me

Let’s keep this between the paper and me, like a secret between lovers.

We don’t need this to be spread.  It will be better this way

We being the only people knowing my deepest, darkest secret.

Could you imagine what would happen if everyone knew just what I was thinking?

Having to explain myself to everyone would be a chore

Even the most obedient child wouldn’t want to do.

How would I be able to say anything anymore if this disturbing news broke?

Secrets would become impossible.

I would have to cut out my tongue and sever off all my fingers

Just to escape the torment of knowing my secrets could still leak out

So don’t let this one roll off your tongue

I am self-destructing.


 

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