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Here's a poem I submitted to a poetry contest. It's called odorific.
loosen the belt,
drop the pants,
certainly not svelte,
but he does a naughty little dance
anyway.
I drop to my knees,
open my mouth,
but suddenly I smell
festering syphillus, no doubt-
disgusting.
like rotten eggs,
or ripening lard,
between his legs
a stench is engulfing his hard
penis.
unholy discharge,
greenish testicles,
covered in large
bulbous, oozing, infected pustules-
so I popped them.
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