Gaybriel & The Onion Dude

I lay there sprawled with my arms and legs bound down
A commanding figure stood above posing as a clown.

Two men we were engaged in physical intercourse
Three onions in my mouth and a wide grin-of course.

Gaybriel was his name-oh he was a saint
Although we engaged in activities that were undoubtedly quaint.

Sadly in last session we ran into complications,
When Gabe dropped the knife causing several lacerations.

With tears in his eyes and a whip still in hand
He whispered in my ear such a heavenly command.

“Take me with you baby I don’t wona be alone
Life without you would hurt more than a kidney stone!"

Gagged and bound tight he left me there to die
Although my expression was that of on a high.

It felt so good, the transition into heaven
I even got to stop at the local 7-11.

Gaybriel & The Onion Dude

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Joined June 2009

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This piece of poetry was a response to a visual stimulus in the form of a “man of colour” with three onions in his mouth. The response was meant to be a narrative with a word limit of 150 that was to be rattled off in a 30 min lesson.

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