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chump Jun 2016
they call him the **** juggler
goes strait for the vajuggular
gonna squirt his hole jug in her
feed her the giant slug dinner
****** pink into **** sinner
his **** is the pink hug winner
chump Jun 2016
it's so not funny
my fat gut rubbed with honey
wipe my *** with the fur of a bunny
you cant afford me but its still worth the money
this ***** so ******* old its oatmeal is runny
wheres the over easy girls whos upside is sunny
chump Jun 2016
boo hoo fatty, your love life is poor
what did you glut all those ding dongs for
you cant find a man who will stay anymore
look at that thin girl with the super fine ***
while you gorge on the sugar water glass after glass
slothing through life as a blubbering mass
yes, its your ******* fault
your over eating wont hault
so digest my insults with a bucket of salt
put down the diet pill
roll up on to a treadmill
and stop scarfing more than your fill
its just not attractive
when your jaws are over active
from a "10" your shamu suit is detractive
lets be realistic
cow ******* is sadistic
a hundred pounds or so should do the trick
its the gross parts
like the arm pit farts
and the stretch marks laid out like fault line charts
back in the day
before it was cool to be gay
to the fat chicks we said no way
chump Jun 2016
my heart is thin
I can't let you in
our love is over
before it begins

fractures and slices
from the pain of love's vices
dulled to the feelings
and the taste of what life is



the broken voice it
only in dreams
sings

lifted safely
on unconscious
wings

of joy and love it
can speak of these
things

the broken voice
only in dreams
sings


fearless and tearless
traits i'd hold dearest
but sorrow and doubt
are the things I have nearest

of all joy i'm bereft
this shell i have left
empty and heartless
no risk of theft



the broken voice it
only in dreams
sings

lifted safely
on unconscious
wings

of joy and love it
can speak of these
things

the broken voice
only in dreams
sings
chump Jun 2016
do you want
the sand which is in
my pocket
chump Jun 2016
i dont love her
i lied
i cant stop
i tried
i am strong
i cried
i am hope
i died
chump Jun 2016
i want to see faces
with no traces
of the places
they're from

you're from here
i'm from there
this isn't fair
its dumb

my castle is tall
your portion is small
get against the wall
you ***

we shouldn't use pigment
to lable indignant
our souls get malignant
and numb

if we could build paradise
it would have to be nice
don't even think twice
just come

violence will stall
prejudice will fall
there will be justice for all
not some
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