Back-End Poetry
at Monday, March 15, 2010
The Brown Glove Treatment
~~~~~~~oOo~~~~~~~
With the swing of a door
I found out she's a whore
who likes my best friend's D in her A.
I stood there dumbfounded
watching her get her bum pounded
wanting only to wish it away.
"What the hell?!" I shouted
and he finally outed
Sir Lancelot from her brown bear.
But he did it too quickly
which can be rather sickly
if one isn't given time to prepare.
She made a pained look
and her lower half shook
then everything happened so fast.
Like the devil's chocolate fountain
a veritable mountain
of poo was expelled in a blast.
He cursed and he screamed
as her #3 streamed
all over his face and his chest.
What a grim sight indeed
but it sated my need
of putting their weak lives to rest.
They both lay there crying
and meanwhile I'm dying
from equal parts laughter and pity.
So I choked back the smell
and bid those fuckers farewell
adding "...I thought our love life was shitty!"
~~~~~~~oOo~~~~~~~
With the swing of a door
I found out she's a whore
who likes my best friend's D in her A.
I stood there dumbfounded
watching her get her bum pounded
wanting only to wish it away.
"What the hell?!" I shouted
and he finally outed
Sir Lancelot from her brown bear.
But he did it too quickly
which can be rather sickly
if one isn't given time to prepare.
She made a pained look
and her lower half shook
then everything happened so fast.
Like the devil's chocolate fountain
a veritable mountain
of poo was expelled in a blast.
He cursed and he screamed
as her #3 streamed
all over his face and his chest.
What a grim sight indeed
but it sated my need
of putting their weak lives to rest.
They both lay there crying
and meanwhile I'm dying
from equal parts laughter and pity.
So I choked back the smell
and bid those fuckers farewell
adding "...I thought our love life was shitty!"





March 15, 2010 at 5:09 AM
What a pleasant image to have first thing Monday morning. Thank you, kind sir.
March 15, 2010 at 5:45 AM
This was unreasonably disgusting. Thanks for that.
Related: "She iced me like a cake!" Name that movie.
March 15, 2010 at 6:27 AM
I am equally sickened and amused by todays poetry. Thank you?
:-)
March 15, 2010 at 6:50 AM
Man...if I had a nickel...
March 15, 2010 at 7:19 AM
your question is answered.
yay for you.
and me.
hearts.
March 15, 2010 at 8:17 AM
Coming soon to the beat poetry meet-up near you!
*snap snap snap*
March 15, 2010 at 8:47 AM
At least you caught them brown-handed.
Oh, that was lame. Forgive me.
March 15, 2010 at 11:02 AM
True story poetry by Jay?
March 15, 2010 at 11:09 AM
If you don't send this to The New Yorker, I will.
March 15, 2010 at 11:22 AM
I just attended a writer's conference meeting. Guest speakers' topic was Humor & Poetry: Unlikely Bedfellows?
None of the poems were about anal sex fiascos, though.
March 15, 2010 at 11:52 AM
I'm typing this comment with my chin, which is hanging all the way down to my keyboard.
*DUDE.*
March 15, 2010 at 6:53 PM
Hahahaha! and Eeeew!
I'm dying to know, was this based on a true story?
March 15, 2010 at 8:37 PM
I would be so pissed at my wife, if I was you.
But at least I wouldn't be shit on.
March 15, 2010 at 10:43 PM
Um Oh my GOD. But I loved it. Does that make me a sick person> Brown bear?? ewww but awesome!
March 16, 2010 at 1:58 PM
Disgustingly brilliant.
Or brilliantly disgusting.
Either way really
March 16, 2010 at 5:01 PM
I knew you looked familiar.
I mean, "Ewww...gross."
March 17, 2010 at 9:16 AM
Just....Wow.
March 17, 2010 at 11:43 AM
The imagery is both brilliant and disturbing.
Very disturbing.
March 17, 2010 at 11:43 AM
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March 18, 2010 at 11:16 AM
That's how you get peanut butter in the jam jar.
March 25, 2010 at 4:37 PM
This. Is. Brilliant!