Category : Poems

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I’m the Pole Of Totem 
The Prov-erb-ial 
Ding a Ling a Ling 
Off-spring.


Being taught  the Word that
Plainly Cums From the
Big King Ding a Ling, 
With Spin.


You who’s Formed Of My 
Cumming Fountains Spring.
Dousing where I should been
G Spottn’ The Thing!


Un tight it Kept Running, 
And never ended.
Blessing Going Out,  
Rushing In.


So on Bended Back She, 
Side tossed From The 1 
Eye release Bringing 
into Focus Existence.


With every Stroke How It 
Was Magnifying as I Now 
Watch Odin as The 
Emperor in The Mirror.


Birthday Suit shining while
Rightly Dividing my Teaching,
With Playing Making 
Circles With his Dang-ling.