unbolt…
I dream of you and wake up with a jolt…
My body gleams over two hundred volts…
And though I pray each lonely night for not to soil it…
It means I’ve used my electric blanket as a toilet…
unbolt says:
Oh… a poor dirty blanket… Does it mean that I’m your worst nightmare?
raycabiro says:
Ohh, it’s just unfortunate that your name rhymes with volt so I had no choice but to make it about weeing on an electric blanket… Maybe next time I could think of something a bit more savoury, maybe about a colt that moults.
WOW! Such a lovely tribute for a girl… Weeing on an electric blanket and mangy colts. I can bet you’re full of envy now, aren’t you? Yes, guys, I had no choice. Our collaboration was inevitable – like an annual moult. Thank you, Ramon! I adore you… You’re completely awesome!
Oh… last but not least! My special thanks to ARTISH for giving me permission to use her drawings. Thank you very much, Tish!
She always sits alone at the corner table
And smokes cheap cigarettes with a yellow label
She clicks idly on an email attachment
That tells a short story of a sexual harassment
The stale smoke lingers with a sense of unease
The same sense she’s got of her venereal disease
She’s the last vestal of this perverted Parthenon
She scrolls her friend list… the damned deceitful pantheon
Each face hides a secret of a sordid infection
The virus that’s inside her is the germ of affection
The memories all linger but her future self fades
She never even loved him, now she’s probably got AIDS
She’s just a Petri dish with a collection of human filth
Her verminous spongy womb is like the land is in good tilth
She’s riddled with the maladies that murder and smother
Her only hope was that the viruses would kill one another
But the one thing they left out from her medical flow chart
Was the worst disease of all, how he was breaking her heart
A screensaver fades… a carefree laughing girl at a tender age…
She stubs out a cigarette and goes slowly to the tiny stage
Each face in the crowd tells a story of shame
Where once they burned her records now they’re singing her name
Her introduction music starts to vibrate the stylus
And with their love in her heart, she’ll beat this sex virus
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & RAYCABIRO
© All rights reserved 2015
Different from what I used to teach. I won’t know how to analyse it anyway. 😉
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Thanks for visiting! We appreciate the support! 😀
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good work. lovely original rhyming.
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Thank you, Babe ❤
I love collaborations… it's like sex.
Physical frictions are the same… nothing exciting.
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and blah-blah-blah 😛
But every partner brings own unique chemistry… something really intimate and vibrant. I'm fucking lucky. I have amazing lov… Oops! Co-authors 😛
By the way… how do you think…
Did Dead Cat joke about our collaboration?
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I think we should definitely collaborate!
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‘Blunt Cunt’ is our current Muse, isn’t it? 😛
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Yes i think we should explore that. Want to do it through email? listentothebabe@gmail.com.
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Awesome! ❤

My pigeon flies to you!
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Wonderful work! ❤
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Thank you, Walt ❤
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Your welcome ❤
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Great collaboration, guys! It’s a sad yet cautionary tale, and one worth telling.
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Thank you for your kind words, good sir! 😛
What can one say? Every story is worth to be told, Tony. Even the most bleak and ugly story. There’s no problem with telling stories. There’s problems with hushing up…
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