Look look my heart is an open book

Check out what they're doing:
Screwing!
Not rueing
in the ensuing
days after wooing.

Molly knows what Molly knows.
Look at yourself: if you had a sense of humor, you would laugh to beat your hand.

This is the sound of one hand stroking.

Not free, not bound. Prometheus, here I come!

We love Eros but Poe knows more

Good golly, Miss Molly, Where have I been!
I been away from you a long time.
This is my theme for English A.

Don't be sore!
Smell the rose.
Don't be a bore
or spite yo' nose
or wear
fishnet hose
the mother vs whore
syndrome (she goes)
(who knows more)
here not queer
and her pantyhose
in a twist more
often than rows
of apple cores,
and all our woes,
and all our cares.

This is my imitation of Edgar Allan Poe
but not Poe's prose.

I'm back!