F/Stop Brasil

Rev up the machine, brush it off
Scream-and-dream machine like no other
Emphatically & repeatedly calling for f’kn mother!

Plug it in.

Turn it on –

Rev. It. UP.

And the motor grinds a warning
It’s grab and go; STOP! grab, grab & go
Clearing is a solitary slow show
That motor loudly revs…

Semi-private contortionists show
Holding inconceivable poses for hours
Hours on end as this chewing pincer runs on high power
It’s a private dungeon show…

Precarious acrobatics for sake of searching caresses
Feeling clearer, cooler under the sheets
In the streets of summer –
In a world of wonderment & preoccupation

With skins of silk and nubile appearances
Forever yanking and pinching just to clean a path
Half a day of flinching when I walk
Nary a trace of honey infused wax…

Fucking Brazilians!

F Brazil picced

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Just your normal, everyday 9-5er. An uninspiring position in an inspirational non-profit moves me to constant goof-offery; aimless, on-the-job procrastination; a crankiness that borders on psychosis; and attempting to craft something meaningful with words. Just another so-called-job inspiring someone to feats of insanity with a hint of creativity... (Insert demonic laugh HERE.) View all posts by LVital7019

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