Sit. Roll Over. Dead.
Bite it, bad little doggie. Pull and snarls and yank.But your just a rotten stinking little doggie.And you ain’t seen nothing yet.
Cute little dancersRomp and roam and play.Reminding me how happy I am to breath and dreamEven if the smiles are apartThe laughter will be sought.
The funny thing is how amazing The spirit and freedom of mind can be All the more so, with cat calm coolness.Brought about by not letting the Big Fat MessOf others touch you.
So, to torture, true and rightThat with wrecks and messes with your dayJust let it hang by it’s own senseless wordsIt’s frustration will be the game you play.Wait.Problems help you fix them. 
posted by Rex Venom at 5:58 PM
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Dark and suggestive. Good stuff
You have such a way with word Rex! Love it!:)
neat.
more please.
;-) hv fun.
Keshi.
Look up Michael Manning. His artwork matches the words of this post.
Those are hot picture. I hope all is well with you Rex.
Wow! Your having an exquisite effect on my writing. Check out my latest post and tell me what you think...
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