Poem - Perfectly Dirty Fingers

Pointing perfectly dirty fingers

The message was simple and clear

I'll get you you'll be mine, still lingers


Beautiful and flawless unlike other mingers

Its rotted smells and stinging smiles

Pointing perfectly dirty fingers


Unmovable weight and nasty zingers

Penetrating breath in my ear

I'll get you you'll be mine, still lingers


Perched on my dresser like a sexual swinger

Laughing at the teenaged prize

Pointing a perfectly dirty finger



Unexpecting Angelic gunslingers

Its dark revelation confluent and pure

I'll get you you'll be mine, still lingers



Forty years later I'm a dead ringer

The message is simple and clear

Pointing perfectly dirty fingers

I got you you're now mine, still lingers


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