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the unseenthe unseen Posts: 372
edited September 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
and the jester kissed the kings ring
waiting for the day
he had the balls to chomp the finger off
but today,he would be content
to know his wife and daughter bled
from the wounds his dick made
as he raped them in the stable
the horses shit in the stalls beside them
he couldnt tell if the stench was from bile
or the unclean cunt of the wench before him
it didnt really matter,for it was the kings belongings
in his hands writhing to and fro......
when the moans grew boring
he thought of a day
a carrot filled the cavity of the king
the rabbits would feast
oh yes,the rabbits would feast
on shark fins,tails and carrot juice
but now......

his climax delayed
he gazed in her eyes with hatred
as she hung on his gallows pole
thinking she was queen of his world
her girl,lying in horse piss
waiting for the chance to lick his balls

how he longed for the peasents
at least they knew he was only a jester


then he came
and then he came inside her
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Comments

  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    You always produce a great vision to imagine when I read your stuff. You haven't been around in a while. You are doing okay? Keeping it real?


    Nice read!
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • power
    to
    the
    people

    aka

    solidarity
    baby

    :)
  • setaside2setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    well well well

    does the jester know he was being watched, is the question I have.

    and does the king know that he holds no rank off the throne?

    i had a pome for the jester you speak but it is of a different fashion than this, so it shall post otherwheres.

    your work is always classically blunt, mister unseen. you appear to bleed hydrosulfuric acid and sodium pentathol simultaneously. fascinating, impressive and intense. if a bit messy.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
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