Familiarity breeds contempt
‘’As we walk tongue in tongue down life’s salivary slippery wet road together, I wish we would not practice the fine art of skinning our partners with insults only fit for Kings and Queens! Or maybe lets say Iddy Amin. Or there again Hitler, as well, as. What’s his name? That’s it Satan! Please kindly not me. ‘’ Rust Orange stain Your work Has been done Oh rasping tongues As I lay Next to you Under the sun Do you remember How I gleamed And shone, how You would look At me, with eyes Wanting me To... Sign in to see full entry.