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Sunday, November 20, 2011

STRIP-CLUB ETERNAL

"uber gogo!" cries the gogo dancer on team soho,
strapped with dodo, yuki miyoko summons the teams ugochi,
whirl winding up motors the turnado lifts and lapses,
gutter roaches spin in pole dances as pole dancers strike romances,
males in pants pee as ugochi breaks free, the necromancer of love and the ill-romantic
flat-heeled and dicy, and holding up the love match sticks
she strikes a can of worms reaping em eternal gashes,
her sword shines blue-blacky as the shaman tests his testes,
blood-red hes sporting as the ugochi's sword-slashes,
revealing matters of wife-beating mixed with complex mathematics,
clients freeze as the summon ceases to breathe,
blistered with hate from a union of sores and prostrates,
ugochi nara, overlordess and infedelity's mistress,
fades to black with sores, and a blue-black sword.


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