A poem by Nick Danger
I wrote this on a late night bike ride recently. Mrs Danger thinks its "stupid". I think she just doesn't "get" it.
Ding Dong
Smoke a bong
Riding while we're lit
Tick Tock
Suck my cock
While I take a shit
posted by Nick Danger @ 7:59 PM
7 Comments:
Ok, I don't "get" it either.
So you're girl isn't into a load for the road or a blumpkin for her pumpkin?
Ring, ring
Hear me sing
When I gag and spit
Danger, I think Audra has a crush on you. This poem....? It doesn't go very deep, allow for much contemplation. It's like I'm sitting here with this in my head: "..........." I like your wife, from what you've said of her in the past.
It speaks to me on a level well below language. I have stared at this empty box for over an hour, moved and shaken to the very core.
Should I steal it for my own blog and then claim it as my own?
Should I stare down at my cold log and dream of suction on my bone?
Should I call my favorite puppy dog and use bacon to get blown?
I have attempted a response, knowing I can but pale in such benign imitation
Click Clack
Ya'll talked back
I loved every bit
Traveling Pants sucks, i wouldn't recommend it - and I'm the type of girl that usually likes that sort of sappy movie, too. My girlfriends liked it, though.
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