When I had first posted this about 5 years ago it drew a ton of flack.
Convexed:
Twisted kiss of the fetidness spills in the mind like a rusty dime.
Sedge time spilling the wine can poke a hole deep in the divine.
Repugnant niceties can stagnate even the éclat of congruity.
Argot of the enamor can make the word clamor for those tinseled in glamor.
Down in the dirt girt flirts the hurt of promiscuity.
Mollycoddle the phycology of the transparency in oblique consistency.
It is bordering on the bazaar, but things are not always ‘peaches and cream,’ either!
Was on poetry.com before the site went missing. I think that mostly it was misunderstood and that I was poking fun at a certain group. Which was not the case. There was a lot of religious post on that site as well. I had it in my bio that I was agnostic could have drawn negative attention.