The heavens are no longer asking, they’re saying, throughout the year, all the sin I've partaken in, and now it’s September, my father is waking, I'm quite unclean, maybe it’s what a poet is meant to be, I should try my best to stay righteous, and clean the mess I'm making, earn the food I'm eating and to recycle, do my laundry, over and over again, a lazy poet, always willing to give in, hoping to pass the ball, but time is ticking, all this dirt on the internet, words like swords, doing so much killing, I have to edit these poems, my pants down, caught fucking your mom, the moon and her blessings, we’re sure to become punished, you're just like your mother, honey in a jar, who knows what will happen when my father wakes, hopefully I can get out unscathed, I could be yearning for too much, a lot fills my cup, masturbation and satisfaction, edging and a nice nut, squirrels and scattered seeds, maybe I can make it out of here alive, here’s hoping, maybe god is willing, everything with a price, the waves push onwards, is it the way it’s always been, it definitely satisfies the mind, the fruit of knowledge, it’s a slippery slope, my cum on her breasts, releasing over and over again, such a hungry beasts, her pussy is hairy and wet, life and love, wild satyrs, are you hungry for chicken, no mom, not here, daddy is watching, me and my baby girl, soft breasts and plump persimmon, whole universes, a tasty piece of pie, just like your mom, maybe everyone is eating, and the man bows, he says the aristocrats, and he leaves, hoping to never return again, the crowd just starts laughing, does it smell like desperation, stinky like a swamp, Loki and a messenger, Hermes, and holy light, it's such a fearful thing, do you still want it, the taste of flesh and sweat, blood and tears, so much fear, Hotel California, maybe we can never leave, humping for hours, do you want a role, will you have sex with your producer, so many threats in the daylight, that one show, each chick playing a role, Lucifer, a spider weaving a web, Jesus Christ, so many dancing and playing tag, nice butthole, lick it and pray, someone save me, honey in a jar, am I gay, Seth and a price, West side girls and pie, the deities we’re serving and another world tree, Elizabeth Olsen, Earth 838 and what’s real, I’m not on fire yet, but it’s bound to happen, always yearning for release, my desire for yin, is water dead or alive, who knows, please burry me six feet deep, not quite yet, a poet doomed to go to hell, afraid of the light, no, it’s not right, is this a question, selling myself, yes mommy, please, and the price for our sins, I’d like to settle here, but I’m a hungry beast, always yearning for blood to flow through my veins, Earth, Wind, and Fire, jokes and commitment, the world and judgement, the burden they bore for me, what they gave and what will flow out of me, it could be better than possession, are the heavens good or evil, in the garden of Eden, maybe it’s up to me, wondering if words are real, the moon and her magick, the lives the heavens dare to live, copied and pasted, Earth, and a truck stop, a call of duty, and this is just the lobby, Super Supportive, Royal Road, generation alpha, please, take it from here, get your hours in, passing the torch, and yes, I’m queer, flag on the moon, my father calling, bowing my head, a dead poet, for posterity...

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