tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45561670681975463792024-02-20T04:32:13.657-08:00Natura Abhorret a VacuaQuerus Abuttuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072870530653057042noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4556167068197546379.post-65061991277216587812011-03-26T21:32:00.001-07:002011-03-26T21:32:54.418-07:00Subliminal MessageI crept behind <br />
the chair,<br />
ready to <br />
surprise her <br />
with <br />
morning eggs<br />
(over easy)<br />
and coffee <br />
sweetened <br />
with <br />
vanilla cream.<br />
<br />
My eyes found <br />
the screen.<br />
<br />
Delicate fingers,<br />
which<br />
caressed me <br />
thousands of times.<br />
had typed <br />
“Goodbye.”<br />
<br />
My anger <br />
ignited<br />
until <br />
the stench <br />
of burning blood <br />
soaked me<br />
cold.<br />
<br />
Sublime.<br />
<br />
<br />
Querus Abuttu<br />
© 2011Querus Abuttuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072870530653057042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4556167068197546379.post-9060148854830297432009-08-02T10:30:00.000-07:002011-10-13T20:46:15.002-07:00Querus Abuttuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072870530653057042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4556167068197546379.post-24177121661118003682008-01-21T11:24:00.000-08:002008-11-10T15:37:04.450-08:00Butt Hairs<span style="font-family:georgia;">You know that feeling you get</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">when you purchase a new pair of sweats?</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">They’re fresh and they’re clean…</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">You know what I mean…</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">the fluff inside soft as a pet?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I got a new pair just today,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">And wore them the old fashioned way,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Without a care,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I eschewed underwear, and</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Sported the sweatpants all day.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">The urge later came to drop trou,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">(I've caught some of you smiling by now,)</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I got ready to sit,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">And man, holy spit,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The pants had fused right to my…owwww.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The hairs there were matted so tight,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">My anus struggled to fight,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I took a deep breath,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">prepared for my death,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">and yanked down with all of my might.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I’ve decided its definite sin </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">to rip butt hair from one’s very skin</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The anus might fight</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">When you pull with your might</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">But the sweats , in the end, always win.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: book antiqua;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua;">Copyright © 2008 Querus Abuttu</span></span>Querus Abuttuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072870530653057042noreply@blogger.com1