Float swan float
you're a diet soda away from
the third reich and I can't hear
my momma callin' me through all this
scratching when one lone singular solitary
girl admitted that all she looked for in a man
was a big dick.
Sugar snacks and sweets wrappers lay a mess on the floor
as I entered your room only to find you getting fucked by the family
dog snorting pixie stix lines off your tits and texting your cousin
pictures of the event.
Hip bones removed you bend at the waist and crumble to the floor,
no one cared very much for her walking anyway.

06/01/2009

Posted on 06/01/2009
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