Luke Level
The gayest furry you shall ever encounter in your lifespan. In the end, the truth about Luke Level has been revealed, this man is the epitomy of a drug lord and a male stripper, he flashes his nipples to 3 year old girls in the street, and milks his ball sack every day. Luke Level's dad's bald head is shiny and I was able to see the reflection of him in a furry suit on there. What a bitch nigga! Luke has voted for hillary in the 2018 election and is jacking off to his mother's pube hair and period blood! EWW ! what an indian essay write im gonna write an essay on this, so basically lets get started.
for Greg Greger
I
Where were the neighbors? Out of town?
In my pajamas, I sat at my father's feet
in front of their squat, myopic television,
the first in our neighborhood.
On a screen the size of a salad plate,
toy airplanes droned over quilted fields.
Bouquets of jellyfish fell: parachutes abloom,
gray toy soldiers drifting together, drifting apart—
the way families do, but I didn't know that yet.
I was six or seven. The tv was an aquarium:
steely fish fell from the belly of a plane,
then burst into flame when they hit bottom.
A dollhouse surrendered a wall, the way such houses do.
Furniture hung onto wallpaper for dear life.
Down in the crumble of what had been a street,
women tore brick from brick, filling a baby carriage.
II
What was my young father,
just a few years back from that war,
looking for? The farm boy from Nebraska
for Greg Greger
I
Where were the neighbors? Out of town?
In my pajamas, I sat at my father's feet
in front of their squat, myopic television,
the first in our neighborhood.
On a screen the size of a salad plate,
toy airplanes droned over quilted fields.
Bouquets of jellyfish fell: parachutes abloom,
gray toy soldiers drifting together, drifting apart—
the way families do, but I didn't know that yet.
I was six or seven. The tv was an aquarium:
steely fish fell from the belly of a plane,
then burst into flame when they hit bottom.
A dollhouse surrendered a wall, the way such houses do.
Furniture hung onto wallpaper for dear life.
Down in the crumble of what had been a street,
women tore brick from brick, filling a baby carriage.
II
What was my young father,
just a few years back from that war,
looking for? The farm boy from Nebraska
Sydney: Omg! I love Luke! I want to fuck the shit out of luke until he pukes in my blue waffle vagina!
Luke Level: No need to worry I will fuck you with my long fox cock! on fox news!
Luke Level: No need to worry I will fuck you with my long fox cock! on fox news!
Luke Level by Kian Sucka February 24, 2020