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Aug 2018
As I make a video for YouTube,
I go down to the mall with the real dudes.

I bring with me a mahogany sled,
Ready to go cause the security guards some dread.

I get in and go to the nearest empty escalator,
I chant a mantra that will be hailed by all masturbaters.

“Smoke Grass, Eat ***, Sled Fast,” I say,
But I am accosted by a mans hearsay.

Her threatens me with the cops,
But I ignore this and go down for the props.

I’m then chased by the old ******* that reeked of sea tang,
And hear my friends shout, “SLED GANG.”

I run with my sled in hand,
Chased by the **** who dare brought up his ******* demand.
SLED GANG!!!
Ira Sosa
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Ira Sosa  18/M/Reno, Nevada
(18/M/Reno, Nevada)   
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