A quiet evening
A man watering his lawn
As I walk up my street
Listening to jazz
The noise box
Is blaring
When I come home
Too much television
I'd like to turn it off
I walked up the street
My familiar akward shoulder
My familiar imbalance
I found a a branch
It made a tripod
And supported me
As I walked
It also served
As the horns
Of the cornuto
Or cuckold
As I put it over me
"Look at me, a cuckold"
Haha
The horns of a cuckold
No woman to cuckold me
Perhaps I am cuckolded by
The women I watch
In *** videos
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC
A quiet evening
A man watering his lawn
As I walk up my street
Listening to jazz
The noise box
Is blaring
When I come home
Too much television
I'd like to turn it off
I walked up the street
My familiar akward shoulder
My familiar imbalance
I found a a branch
It made a tripod
And supported me
As I walked
It also served
As the horns
Of the cornuto
Or cuckold
As I put it over me
"Look at me, a cuckold"
Haha
The horns of a cuckold
No woman to cuckold me
Perhaps I am cuckolded by
The women I watch
In *** videos
