Started in September 2006 (Sint-Niklaas)*

 

 

 

Please come to save

A simple knave

Who is trapped

In a place

Called ‘Bone Idle’…

 

Such a quest holds no danger;

It’s far less suicidal

Though you must be a knight

Sword still sheathed in its bridle

Any act that is done here

Can’t be homicidal

To come save a knave

Trapped in

Bone Idle…

 

Harken to the cry

For my total submission;

Penetrate the Mad Forest

Of my superstition –

Arrive well after dawn;

It’s no nocturnal mission,

To come save knave

Trapped in

Bone Idle…

 

You’ll find a Wild Path,

One that’s yet to be ridden;

It leads to a Dark Tunnel

(A cavern kept hidden) –

You’ll force yourself in

With the entrance forbidden!

To come save a knave

Trapped in

Bone Idle…

 

I know that you’ll come,

Being Top at your skill

Knowing after arrival

There’ll be more coming still,

As I’ll be hard up

As a prey for your kill!

To come save a knave

Trapped in

Bone Idle…

 

In unsheathing that spear

Will I fear its gruff owner? –

Will you force me to yield

You tough grunting groaner ?

Will you use a rod not of steel,

Your idol-like boner?

To come save a knave

Trapped in Bone Idle…

 

How I long for sharp blades

With such hard piercing pricks;

Such tools of love’s combat

Who are kings among dicks –

Yes only stiff tools

Can such frustration fix,

To come save a knave

Trapped in

Bone Idle…

 

Like a statue erected from libidinous stock,

You’ve under that cock-piece

A sword not to mock –

So keep stabbing me deep

With your mighty stiff cock,

To come save a knave

Trapped in

Bone Idle…

 

Seduction sets up an ambiguous frame

Though I played at the Bottom

Still I saw, conquered then came;

You stay the suitor –

true love but a game

To help me get free

From ennui in

Bone Idle.

 

 

*Last updated 24 December 2007, Ghent (Belgium).

 

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IDOL BONE (Pornographic Poem by Zachàr Laskewicz)

Last modified: January 2, 2008