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golden threads of sun, weave a flashy evening dress; nature wears it pleased!
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Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 5:50 AM UTC
Sun weaves a dress!
I get a hard-on whenever I see a hot car I wanna pump it…yes…I just wanna floor the gas Blinkers in my rear view when I flash by Them no fit catch me, not even my tail lights I like tuners but I really dig exotics Classy, flashy plus it gets me hot chicks See the look in her eyes when I do car tricks Zoom zoom zoom …screeeeech…next please
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Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
Hot Car
He’s a refugee of sorts From society’s glitter gutter. His nouveau riche attitude Show in every word he utters. That is where he’s from. He’s nothing but glitter litter. If he doesn’t get what he wants He’s ****** obnoxious and bitter. He’s a legendary narcissist. And prostitutes adore him. He likes his body to be fat But keeps his morals slim. His daddy bought him toys Of the fanciest richest kind. Dad didn’t care what it did to him. He must have been blind. He ruined the boy with money Buying his way through college So that when the boy left there He had style and little knowledge. Daddy gave him a nice fortune To start off his spoiled whelp. Son was never really good at much But having a few million helped. The kid liked glitz and glamour And especially glittery women. One after the other he used them And never really got smitten. He’s a legendary narcissist. And prostitutes adore him. He likes his body to be fat But keeps his morals slim. Now a few children later They have become a bother. They keep needing things Like money from their rich father. He wonders where they got That sickening greedy habit. He’s fears if they can get His gold they'll surely grab it. He’s a legendary narcissist. And prostitutes adore him. He likes his body to be fat But keeps his morals slim.
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Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 3:38 AM UTC
GLITTER LITTER