Lewd Poems
Brag
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2 min readMay 21, 2024
My Cock will dissimulate sputum
from the Pillars of Society
to the Martian Rover
Your lesser poets brag, my boys
but lack my lewd notoriety
Hyperborean, to wreck positively over.
Assuming Costume
She Loved Peacocks,
gaudy bird,
ridiculous in form
primitive their finery, I
forgetting dignity
discarding taste
sported feathers for a year
and blushed a decade after
The Mental Infatuation
one bright summer day
burning the sky and rooftops
she sat at the cafe’s table
and waited me
My step, her cartoon moon of a smile
cast that famous twilight
poets die maddened with
These poems are some uncollected works of IG Agent 18.
IG Agent is the author of the epic poem cycle
