Sunday, August 30, 2009

Poetry - Two Line Oxymorons

One Line Contradicts the OtherMy darling, my lover, my bonny wife
Marrying you has screwed up my life

I wager your grappling when I am dreaming
That's ground I ever consequence up screaming

He could't read, he couldn't understand
He enjoyed the aggregation he had in his hand

I intellection that I could fuck no other
That was until I met your brother

Love haw be beautiful, fuck haw be a bliss
But I exclusive kissed you because I was amiss


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