The wayward spirit inside
With tempting apple nibbled
like the neck of a lover
Whose kiss is so forbidden
Naked knowledge splayed
Behind the fig leaf hidden
The woman made me do it
A blameful, shameful salad tossed
The temptress reincarnate
As a virgin pure
Birthing our salvation
While being called a whore
We all die upon crosses
each and every day
with judgement and opinion
killing what God made for play
Like a bunch of stoners
Getting our rocks off
The wayward spirit knowledge
Remains the nemesis
A society of repression,
A bunch of ball gagged souls
Getting raped and sweet talked
In our holiest of holes
You cannot have good without evil
As with left comes right
You cannot have day, without the dark of night
Dying by duality, binded by our fight
We haven’t got a single clue
“Father forgive them, they know not what they do”
-MahButtItches, July 2017
Mah Butt Itches 
Epic. Stupendous fabulous can’t think of enough superlatives. 😘😘❤️❤️❤️take a bow , gorgeous, your on a roll.
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🙃 thank you sweet sweet Yassie! Your words always bring sunshine on this side of the pond. Just know that everything you say to me you best say to the mirror, my dear twin and beautiful muse!
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Is this poem autobiographical? Are you writing from personal experience?
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Yes and no. It’s moreso how I understand the world.
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