Raw, Deep and Uncut

I'm not just an Erotic poet

Quiet misunderstood, words misconstrued ..

I'm raw.
Not like a man raping a woman without a condom..
But the fact that I often condone a lot bullshit and send my condolences afterwards

I'm even uncut when my slits heal up after the fact
Deep wounds, of course,
Yet I still can't figure out why I bleed after the aftermath

I still can't seem to intervene with the constant secret organizations being seamed together in my head


While in the mean time, voices often succeed in suffering me
Making me reanalyze while white walls take form around me

I'm uncut like a virgin slut who's hymen is unfucked

I'm deep like words that strike a cord on a cordless phone where I recite my unknowns

..uncensored  vile rhymes scrummaging scum spitting slum ville, numb to words where words were once never ceasing to exist to  assist in my sensitivity take form

I'm not just an erotic poet
Often misunderstood, words misconstrued

I'm uncut like Swinger lubricant loosening exuberant false jubilant conceiving nuisances on Lucifer's tomb.  

..deep like a cliff extending to infinite

Raw like meat beaten off the bone and stoned with bricks that emphasize my million groans

Dissembled like a dissected parrot, parasitically eating my intestines, treacherously testing my inner profession with ideal perfections of my flawed possessions and  harsh questions they ask me.

No, I'm not just a submissive writer, writing words deciphered in small particle minors ..

I'm a poet observing the minor mimes who constantly criticize hypocritical lies once told by voices,
I mean..
Mimicking chimes
trying to get tied up with an underscored match on a false tallied score board

Not just an Erotic poet
Misunderstood, I am

I'm not just a submissive writer
Misconstrued I am