Will-Dockery wrote:
General Zod wrote:
Jan 7, 2008 - Karma Bombs by Will Dockery. by Poem by Will Dockery
(Sound recording made using Text to Speech was developed by Vikram
Joshi).
https://archive.orc/details/KarmaBombsByWillDockery
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Poem written and Copyright ©2003 by Will Dockery. Recorded in 2003 using >>> "Text to Speech" software (Text to Speech was developed by Vikram Joshi) >>> by a regular poster on the Usenet newsgroup alt.arts.poetry.comments who >>> "wishes to remain anonymous".
Identifier KarmaBombsByWillDockery
Wow, that's a classic.
🙂
NOT.
Here's the classic version, by Coco DeSockmonkey:
KARMA BazOoMBaS
Boobs pushed apart
nothing to do but play.
Tits spread apart
snap back and slap my face.
That’s karma, dude.
Karma BazOoMBaS.
Gave ‘em a shove
the other way,
carefully try
to pry those thangs apart
Bim Bang! They whack my cheek.
That’s karma, man.
Karma BazOoMBaS.
BazOoMBa BOOM!
BazOoMBa BOOM!
They gonna getcha!
Karma Bombs.
Feeling her up and loosened
her bra:
uncrossed her heart.
I have been boob-arded!
from their main place
in triple-D cups
where she kept them locked and loaded.
Bim-Bang! Them thangs exploded!
Right in my face.
Darkness
despair
badda-bang, badda-boom!
Bangin’ up a storm.
Well, I woke up this morning
you were on my mind, and ...
your clothes were shed
like vines from trees;
you let
too much sun in.
Them boobies whopped me on the chin.
Bim-bang! Ba-zoOMB!
Karmic Melons.
They told me
it was okay for a man to cry
when he feels the pain from a tit in the eye.
Karmic Ta-Tas.
That’s Karma, dude.
They slap you around some
till you think of tits and pain.
Tits and pain " ingrained like Pavlov’s dogs.
Look out old man!
Karma's coming down.
They got you now;
three times in the face.
Karma Boobs unbound;
they fly and flow.
They just keep bouncing
Energizer Bunnies
inevitability.
Peace
please
titty-fuck me for the common good.
You look so good
I want to eat you.
Little high school girl.
Pretty;
amusing eye candy.
Smudge of sienna
after a
dingleberry lunch
sweet corn-holing and honeysuckle.
I will personally
bind them boobers
like vines on trees that block the sun.
But they bust out in a little storm,
raining torrents on my head.
Karmic knockers.
Honkers pound my honking head.
Bim-bang! Bim-bang! Bim-bang!
We ponder
the negro nude painting.
Bitch got big winnebagoes too.
Karmic Mammas.
Trap of lust.
Badda-bing! Badda-bang!
Atomic whoppers
Bombs away!
Tropic regions ...
look out, little Peace!
Willie's coming.
I got you now
threefold inside you.
Look out, Darlene!
Willie's coming agin.
I got you now
three times inside you.
Karma Bombs
they’re flying free.
Reverberations
responsibility.
Karma Boobs
rat tap on your head.
Foam washes
from mermaids to shore.
Knocked up creampie.
Karma’s a bitch.
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