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He called her a **** at dinner Told she could be thinner Played the part of being an *** Voicing opinions deemed crass A waiter wandered up Refilling a cup Gave the girl a wink But was more of a sporadic blink Her date stood tall And turned his fist into a ball Told the waiter to **** right off A comment muddled by a cough Then, in an act of violence Came a brief respite of silence The waiter was struck in the jaw Knocked on the floor captured in awe. He was then beaten ‘til dead Over inferences read The woman screamed At her date, the blood coated fiend Police were brought in The man simply grinned Cuffs were attached As the man’s might was matched A month later Due to the dead waiter The man had his day in court A bailiff acted as his escort The man was sentenced to 15 years The woman, in attendance, shed no tears The man was taken He appeared visibly shaken Taken to a cell at Briar Field A place all go to yield He was beaten for days on end By prisoners looking for time to spend Searching for a sense of hope Utilized in avoiding a knotted rope The man found a friend With a helping hand to lend Then one day talking wasn’t enough The man’s friend got rough After a quick stich The man was anointed a ***** Sitting for dinner he was called a **** By his friend, who had become quite blunt A guard came by and batted and eye The friend asked if he wanted to die Said this man was his slave A poor butt-fucking knave The guard retreated Victory conceited But the friend pressed on Until the guards life was gone Then walked back after the stunt And called the man a fat old ****
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
Perfectly Profane (NSFW) Whatever The **** That Means
He called her a **** at dinner Told she could be thinner Played the part of being an *** Voicing opinions deemed crass A waiter wandered up Refilling a cup Gave the girl a wink But was more of a sporadic blink Her date stood tall And turned his fist into a ball Told the waiter to **** right off A comment muddled by a cough Then, in an act of violence Came a brief respite of silence The waiter was struck in the jaw Knocked on the floor captured in awe. He was then beaten ‘til dead Over inferences read The woman screamed At her date, the blood coated fiend Police were brought in The man simply grinned Cuffs were attached As the man’s might was matched A month later Due to the dead waiter The man had his day in court A bailiff acted as his escort The man was sentenced to 15 years The woman, in attendance, shed no tears The man was taken He appeared visibly shaken Taken to a cell at Briar Field A place all go to yield He was beaten for days on end By prisoners looking for time to spend Searching for a sense of hope Utilized in avoiding a knotted rope The man found a friend With a helping hand to lend Then one day talking wasn’t enough The man’s friend got rough After a quick stich The man was anointed a ***** Sitting for dinner he was called a **** By his friend, who had become quite blunt A guard came by and batted and eye The friend asked if he wanted to die Said this man was his slave A poor butt-fucking knave The guard retreated Victory conceited But the friend pressed on Until the guards life was gone Then walked back after the stunt And called the man a fat old ****
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
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