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( THE REAL FRANCISS IRONSTEINE ) Long long ago A brilliant Doctor once existed Growing old as we all do his soul it had blisted Before they buried him without any suspection Nurses injected him testing his bodies ******** It was getting bigger all the time beyond belief Nurses told not a single soul Placing in a bottle During the night a young cleaner dropped it They found in the morning screaming full throttle When staff arrived they found it had survived Inspection of this laboretry the bottle on the floor And nurses screaming madly don't stop don't stop Smiles on faces litterally the same size as the door All nurses sent to a mental institution and drugged In order to hopefully have them quieten down Filled with a very strong ****** to help them some Orgasmicology for all of them only wore a frown Nobody knew at all what they'd injected him with But a miricle had taken place it all was to seem Bigger stronger thicker glass bottles were used Scientists worked harder could be mans dream Even weeny scientists took home samples in hope That they might just as well suffer some as well Trying to wake awahile these nurse to question But all just kept screaming not to stop do tell In the end it drove them around the very bend They were all sold to Go Go places in cages But to this very day there is no way to say But still adds telling secrets to all mans very rages terrence michael sutton copyright 2018
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 4:09 AM UTC
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( THE REAL FRANCISS IRONSTEINE ) Long long ago A brilliant Doctor once existed Growing old as we all do his soul it had blisted Before they buried him without any suspection Nurses injected him testing his bodies ******** It was getting bigger all the time beyond belief Nurses told not a single soul Placing in a bottle During the night a young cleaner dropped it They found in the morning screaming full throttle When staff arrived they found it had survived Inspection of this laboretry the bottle on the floor And nurses screaming madly don't stop don't stop Smiles on faces litterally the same size as the door All nurses sent to a mental institution and drugged In order to hopefully have them quieten down Filled with a very strong ****** to help them some Orgasmicology for all of them only wore a frown Nobody knew at all what they'd injected him with But a miricle had taken place it all was to seem Bigger stronger thicker glass bottles were used Scientists worked harder could be mans dream Even weeny scientists took home samples in hope That they might just as well suffer some as well Trying to wake awahile these nurse to question But all just kept screaming not to stop do tell In the end it drove them around the very bend They were all sold to Go Go places in cages But to this very day there is no way to say But still adds telling secrets to all mans very rages terrence michael sutton copyright 2018
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 4:09 AM UTC
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