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I Am So Huge
a poem of admiration, for Christian Bök
by Steven Galloway

Aah, gall's balls,
balls adamant that balls abash
all hard craft’s balls.
Stall balls as bald?
Ha!

This dick is big;
dicks this big I will hide,
firm it is hid. I inhibit this dick
Big is this dick,
I will inflict this dick if I insist.
Grip it. It'll instil wit.

These breeches free penned seed.
Heed when speed esteems.
Wherever greed feeds,
decent deeds we delete.
The creed excretes need.
Flee me.

Lo, how schlongs grow bold,
gross to rooms of good school.
Know no fools, hot Bök,
No knocks for rot on top of cock.
So go grow moss for fops.

Such ugly untruths,
much uncut bull,
sucky, lucky, crud.

Steven Galloway reads audio-books. Never advances the förm.