walking...

running towards the finish

no olympic torch in your hand

nothing to prove

now...

stick your head in the toilet

grade your hands like cheese

cause look ma, no hands!

a cloth to wipe the beans off a baby's face

spider legs

your legs

your skinny white legs

not fit for a mans job

oh well

she still prefers women

over you

get used to it kid

you're like cheese melted in a hot silver metal tube

squeezed out on bread

squeezed out on chip

squeezed into mouth of the hungry

plastic cheese

your cheese

like this, my finger smeared over a public bathrooms mirror

MURDER!

dripping with mustard yellow

don't follow this shit

ok

10/09/2015

Posted on 10/09/2015
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