New Dawn 2971 by Nick Armbrister
- NICK ARMBRISTER/JBS
- Jul 22, 2020
- 2 min read
New Dawn 2971 by Nick Armbrister
New Dawn 2971 is here. The first new varied poetry collection (excluding specific single topic collections) by Nick Armbrister since his Wow! Tattoo My Butt Part 2 - Where Do You Think We All Will Be Tomorrow? of 2013.
New Dawn features many alternative pieces in the vein of Nick's pen name Jimmy Boom Semtex. Poems like By Phone cover an erotic automated phone voice; 14 Minutes is about the missile flight time from North Korea to Guam; When I Was Almost Killed covers a car accident that almost killed Nick; Wake up Cliché screams break free of the 'system' and be aware. Many other subjects are here and emotions and views abound.
There are also sections featuring other writers like Indian poets Saurabh Pant and Priya Verma and joint poems with the Mule and other writers.
This is a book that rivets Nick Armbrister's return as a poet, writer and author beyond description. Check this book out now.
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Eventual
There are 2 types of tunnel 1 will kill you The other give you pleasure One is a gun barrel The other a pussy Both go on forever Endless death Endless pleasure
Goat Fucker (by Jimmy Boom Semtex) There is a man called Mr Koosar Who came from very far He claims to be Egyptian Tho is far from a man With a fetish for goats Every damn time he gloats Fucking them all day long While singing a merry song Each goat a bright colour But some are a bit duller He jams his small dock Up their loading dock! Filling his goats with cream This is Mr Koosar’s desert dream Back in his barbaric land He roamed the hot sand Searching high and low For goats to fuck long and slow There is no law in the desert So he ends in a big squirt And does the same in America Practicing the wrong esoterica Raiding zoos by night Ignoring the tiger’s might And the lion’s roar Just to make a goat sore Buggering them right and left Forgetting the animal’s theft To satisfy his illegal lust Never noticing a lady’s bust Nor her delicious pussy Or renting a hussy It was always his choice That made Mr Koosar rejoice Being a goat grinder Needing no reminder On what or who he was Never giving a because For he was a molester Not giving gals a pester It was rape the goats hard And not giving a yard For he would die for this If the cop didn’t miss Goat fuck like an Egyptian! Recalling a pyramid inscription Where goats fucked people Now he was the steeple A wannabe man and God One man goat fucker squad Ignoring natural karma Unlike a local farmer Whose goat went missing He caught them kissing And shot Mr Koosar dead! Two shots to his head Goats were thus saved From being depraved And the world was free How we danced with glee At this great news While drinking booze In a party till dawn When we did yawn And finally sleep There was no more creep Mr Koosar the goat fucker’s gone Dawn of a new aeon!
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