Grannies backside in dark cloak
is always sweeter than the ripest
strawberries; got mayo on my chin
when the Irish girl walked in; she had
to *** I can smell her from here
where I sit eating her triple
fudge brownie & dreaming
it is her **** - - - I wish she were Jewish
& punk rock
so she could **** my ****
while nodding out in the restroom;
O so familiar a scene repeats itself
throughout history;
Nero had his **** ******
at regular intervals
& so did Caligula;
I wish she were Jewish & a beauty
like Queen Esther of Old;
Let's begin dancing & maybe,
maybe she'll saunter alongside our sway;
Now I know the mother of all identities ||
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC
Grannies backside in dark cloak
is always sweeter than the ripest
strawberries; got mayo on my chin
when the Irish girl walked in; she had
to *** I can smell her from here
where I sit eating her triple
fudge brownie & dreaming
it is her **** - - - I wish she were Jewish
& punk rock
so she could **** my ****
while nodding out in the restroom;
O so familiar a scene repeats itself
throughout history;
Nero had his **** ******
at regular intervals
& so did Caligula;
I wish she were Jewish & a beauty
like Queen Esther of Old;
Let's begin dancing & maybe,
maybe she'll saunter alongside our sway;
Now I know the mother of all identities ||
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