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Sep 2015
The things I write for free food
My body is a temple.
That makes you the priest.
Pray at my altar,
And the goddess will let you feat.
Let's play a game called Pop goes the weasel You're **** so big, It prolly runs on diesel.
I'm no vegetarian,
All meat diet.
There's dessert beneath my skirt,
Maybe you should try it.
In the middle of the desert,
Between my legs is an oasis.
You don't have to be thirsty,
To make the trek to taste this.
My dying wish is that my mom will never see What I had to write in poetry
To get a starbucks card for free.
Written by
HotSauceMcPoetry  California
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