once, twice and all the time,
the blood of christ is a glass of wine,
which forgives us each of all our crime,
when refilled six or seven times.

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tell me right before you're cumming,
so i may stop my senseless senses numbing,
and block my flighty heart from running,
to a space where i misplace your taste.

"senseless senses" - such a prime example of what goes wrong when people try to write poems.

meaningless meaning.

the second one sounds like it could have been ripped straight from an auf der maur song, and that's not a good thing. sorry.

the 1st verse or whatever isn't bad.

The 2nd one reads like something a drunken orangutan would compose with a packet of magnetic poetry.

The first verse is good.

There once was a man from nantucket....

heh...yikes