Love Don't Exist Anymore

Love Don't Exist Anymore Love Don't Exist Anymore

Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry


Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry


taken from my book, "Fighting For Dominance"


taken from my book, "Fighting For Dominance"


Submitted: June 20, 2012

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Submitted: June 20, 2012



Love Don't Exist Anymore


I couldn't think

So I blinked

Picked up my belongings

And took my medz by the sink

Lovely dew droppings

Sprinkled around my madness

To think of hurt

Would cause great trauma

So I sat there

On the kitchen floor

Crying out my release of pain

I gained nothing for my tears

As always

Guessing again would be too dramatic

So I won't

What could a cheese ball offer me

That the sands of time won't?

I choked on my goodbye

The morning I woke up next to a fly

A dead one

I ate it

Tasted like sickness

So that's O.K.

People always ask me

Where marshmallows come from

And thinking I thought they said "cum"

I say "from your penis

Where else?"

That's when pennies are thrown at me

Picking them up would be useless though

You'd have to collect a hundred of them

Just to add up to a dollar

My balls always scream and holler

At the hotness of all the ladies

That just don't want to have my baby

And it makes me mentally ill

I have to take pills

I am a horny man

And it drives me mad

Yet, the way laughter

Swerms around my head

Is not helping

While I dry hump the lawn

Where I live is a happy home

A farm with many other loons

We're all quite funny

In a way

Saying "burcock"


The rain falls at night

But ever so lightly

It makes me so horny

I wish I could fuck the sky

But I won't

Who knows what kind of disease

Thee Earth has?

You know?

My appetite for removal

Off of this plantation

Has become frightening

To the point of lost control

I wouldn't say I lost my marbles


Where could they be?

I know the soft mushy moist hole

Between a woman's thighs

There are quite a few times

I've tooken that hole for a ride

Dipped my stick in

Just like checking thee oil

But in a more repeatedly fashion

'Til the juices erupt in her

I love thee orgasmic feelings I feel

When cumming inside

At the peak of explosion

Nothing else seems to matter

Just the woman's pleasure field

It's warm gushy tightness

Surround my throbbing excitedness


What about it?

As far as I'm concerned

Pussy runs away from it

So why show it?

Why give it?

And why even feel it?

Women don't want that

They just want sex

They want to be fucked

Not loved

I had to learn that the hard way

My heart had to be not there

Just like my mind

Pieces of goodbye still lingers

How we all have wept away

What was left of thee emotion

When love was the fad

That use to be all that woman

Could care about

Those days are as gone

As Hershey's Alpine White

No where to be found

Amongst these ladies

Who live in the now

And just want to fuck around

Around and around

And around and around

More so around

Than when the clowns paint the town

I cannot stand it

I have been without

Have lost every sexual partner

To the cost of it all

And when I find my way back home

I'm gonna crawl in a hole in a wall

And stay there

Until I die

It's a boring life

But somebody's gotta live it

'Cause there's not enough women

To go around

And so like a sad clown

I won't be around



D. L. Cannon

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