Would you allow me to delicately ooze myself
down the length of your scratchy throat?
-- I'm in need of a new home
The newly blaring sun makes me oh, so sleepy
and weepy to the point of bursting,
A giant, punctured pustule, oozing,
Ooze with purpose,
is all I was taught to swallow,
A little **** and milky
-- the taste is not for everyone
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 6:46 PM UTC
Would you allow me to delicately ooze myself
down the length of your scratchy throat?
-- I'm in need of a new home
The newly blaring sun makes me oh, so sleepy
and weepy to the point of bursting,
A giant, punctured pustule, oozing,
Ooze with purpose,
is all I was taught to swallow,
A little **** and milky
-- the taste is not for everyone
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