Category Archives: Poetry

The copy machine outside my office door. His words sound like music when I don’t want to kick him for repeating himself. A paperclip. He keeps me together when I want to fall apart. A staple remover. We cum together … Continue reading →

UPDATE: Here’s the audio. Never drink coolers on an empty stomach people…Oh and that sound you hear after Went’s name is my cat using my bed as a trampoline.

[Bongo playing in the background and the air is thick with smoke as WFW walks out] Wentworth is filming I’ve got no material All has gone quiet [tasteful fade to black]

I’d really love to see you wank and present my bum for you to spank I’d lick your lips and and kiss your flank You’d think all your other lovers stank