The Donkey Rider

No place for me they closed the bloody inn
And being not a virgin had no berth
The stable boy would bugger me for gin
Good will for all he wipes his piece on earth
The brothel keeper earns the wage of sin
He stuffed the dogma firmly in my arse
For God is dead no after life for him
The congregant who chose a different path
Let’s celebrate the sinfully divine
The flesh will yield enjoy the way it parts
Thy will be done if after you’ll screw mine
My fundament preserved for jammy tarts
Emetic verse for pious lunatic
A fervent prayer to lust from heretic

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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