This knee used to be fine,
no grinding feelings or immobility,
I crouched like a god
I also had back muscles
that laughed off twisting,
I wiped my *** with gay abandon
My eyes focused when I woke
and any blurriness was a sign
of rock ‘n’ roll
Now, as my supposed wisdom grows,
this flabby mechanism
seems want to say no
Feb 5, 2022
Feb 5, 2022 at 7:50 AM UTC
This knee used to be fine,
no grinding feelings or immobility,
I crouched like a god
I also had back muscles
that laughed off twisting,
I wiped my *** with gay abandon
My eyes focused when I woke
and any blurriness was a sign
of rock ‘n’ roll
Now, as my supposed wisdom grows,
this flabby mechanism
seems want to say no
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