LESBIANS ARE EVERYWHERE JUST WHAT ARE WE TO DO? IF NONE OF US CAN PROCREATE THE HUMAN RACE IS THROUGH TRY TRY TRY TRY AS YOU MIGHT YOU COULD NOT WRITE THIS VERSE CAUSE LITERATURE IS HARD TO DO AND POETRY IS WORSE!
Poetry and Musings of the Mad: Midnight Call-to-Arms
Poetry and Musings of the Mad: Midnight Call-to-Arms: There’s a hunger deep inside of me That only you can cure. A wanting and a needing For a love that’s rare and pure— For you’re that special...
Sorta Suicidal
Sorta suicidal, no, I really wanna die
I cannot live in a world where everyone is right
And not a person ever had a thing that they could learn
it's pointless to learn anything when no one can discern
Truth from propaganda it's the nature of the times
We're forced to fucking live in where knowing anything's a crime.
Poetry and Musings of the Mad: Tickle, Tickle Child
Poetry and Musings of the Mad: Tickle, Tickle Child: Tickle, tickle, child You’ll be all grown-up one day. The world will be your oyster; You’ll have many games to play. But what you will inhe...
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Please Listen to my song A Princess and a Frog
https://soundcloud.com/poisonicecream/a-princess-and-a-frog?si=c68c9f5e5fa542c6889c6427faf1ecec&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=tex...
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When I saw your face, I wept. Such beauty, a secret, should never be kept. My heart is yours if you desire. For burning within me, my lov...
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Tickle, tickle, child You’ll be all grown-up one day. The world will be your oyster; You’ll have many games to play. But what you will inhe...