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I die in your arms
Mister Underhill
How shall I say I love thee?
Like a fat kid loves candy?
Grubby fingers sweeping ants aside
a pudgy, stubby form of insecticide
Like a tranny whore loves her crack?
Walking the streets whenever she feels the lack
Ill at ease until she seduces another john
and soon both their hungers are temporarily gone
Or perhaps it's the case my words can only fail
and that I would do better to in some other way unveil
My undying love that will not make me feel so dumb
So take as my proof this lake of cum
Mister Underhill has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Mister's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Mister's latest works: