BEND ME OVER AND FILL ME FULL OF LIFE AND LOVE ,
AND ALL THINGS FART!
ENGORGE MY SOUL WITH THE GASES OF A MILLION PAINTED WORKS,
AND FOREVER BE MINE TONIGHT.
FOR YOU ARE MY HOLE FOR PENNY WISHES,
A PLACE TO UNBURDEN MY MODERN DESIRES,
REPENTING A LIFE GONE WRONG,
CAMP SITES WITHOUT WARM FIRES.
CONSTRICT MY OWN FREEDOMS,
BOUND TO YOUR TRUTHS REVEALED.
HUNG DELICATELY NEAR DOORS AND WINDOWS,
TEMPTATION FROM ARTS LOVE TO RUN.
TO TRAVERSE THIS INNER UNDERSTANDING,
THAT THE BEAUTY OF ART COMES FROM WITHIN.
WE SEE WHAT WE WANT TO IN ALL THINGS,
DESIRING TO MAKE IT WHAT WE WILL.
AND CONSTRICTED I SEE THINGS FROM YOUR WAY,
REALITY TASTES MUCH LIKE BITTER PILL.
BUT THIS IS MY OWN FORCED DESIRE,
TO CAPTURE THIS FEELING FROM WITHIN.
HOG TIED WITH GAS FILLED EMOTION,
YOUR FUN-ART EXCITES MY INSIDES.
EXPLOSIONS OF COLOUR REIGNITE ME,
I SEE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO SEE.
SO FEED ME AND FILL ME WITH YOUR FART,
AND FOREVER FOR FILLED I WILL BE.
COPYRIGHT (C) ROBYN WHITTAKER. 2008.
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