Monday, June 20, 2011

A short series of haikus about walrus rape

Haven't slept in weeks
Memories of walrus rape
Define my nightmares

Feminism's right
Tusk rape isn't about sex
I came anyway

Stampeding blubber
Foot long teeth rammed in my ass
Rectal blood gushes

Masochistic thrill
Bob Flanagan envies me
No tusk rape for him

Walrus spit-roast hell
Mouth full of fishy jism
Arsehole pouring blood

Toothy walrus grin
Forced up deep inside of me
Now I know true love

1 comment:

  1. I've never been one for poetry, but this was brilliant!