And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost And we note our place with book-markers That measure what we've lost |
Fat pig priest
Sanctimonious smiles He takes the money You take a lies I'm glad the Sex Pistols pussed out on that song. It just wouldn't be the same. |
Quench abuse and let love flower
Rip the cage out of your chest Let the chaos rule the rest Show without showing What you know without knowing |
Crying back to consciousness
The coldness grips my skin The sky is pitching violently Drawn by shrieking winds Seaspray blurs my vision Waves roll by so fast Save my ship of freedom I'm lashed helpless to the mast |
Soon I kicked the girl off of my dick
And she hit the floor like a sack of potatoes I didn't even pull my pants back up when I shot up another table |
She came slidin' down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot biscuit
The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the Oldest of tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days The sight was beyond belief Many a head snapped for double--even triple--takes as this vivacious Feline made her her way into the delta of the alleyway where the most Virile of the young tabbies were known to hang out |
cuz if I had my druthers
I'd butt**** both your brothers then I'd grab your sister take her out back and fist her go down on your mama start a whole lotta drama save your dad for last so I can eat out his ass |
Edisni eht morf gnittoR
Evol dna raef fo taeh eht yb detabucni-revO Detalugaoc s'fles ehT |
Sdrawkcab gnipyt uoy yhw?
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