© Jan 2, 2016. All Rights Reserved.
Bluffing, but diagnosed.
November, I raped her.
It was in a porta-potti.
I bluff not from coast to coast.
I’ve raped many, Father.
I experienced with her body.
She stood out,
Like a retina flow,
Falling from a high-rise building.
I could smell her doubt.
Only then did it snow,
Down holes through the ceiling.
The window was my escape.
I was young and horny.
I got a hands-on experience.
I don’t know her name, but her ass could gape.
This may sound corny.
It’s our anniversary. No offense.
Father, I’m tired of thinking clear.
Father, your daughter was coming near.
Do you forgive me?
I didn’t wake up this way.
Demons, one feel could cause.
I never had a damn degree,
So put me out my misery.
Fuck the ubiquitous laws.
I penetrated her well,
As a working session.
She desperately enjoyed it.
I told her not to ever tell.
I had two balls and one gun.
She died when I shot her in the clit.
Shit! I’m not going to heaven.
The next week, I graduated.
Long gone college and long gone her.
I heard how she fucked a girl at eleven.
My priorities are evaluated.
All in life was made to conquer.
Isaiah Lawrence 