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"nutting" poems
I can just picture it Your super close to finishin Nutting into ***** socks Tugging at your wimpy **** I know that you think of me To an unhealthy degree Writing all those angry songs A loser limpdick sing-a-long I can't seem to blame you much I have that effect on all I touch You didnt deserve it though So now you get to watch me go While I upgrade to bigger **** and you get to imagine it I'm smiling up at someone else While you sit at home and touch yourself So obsessed with my life You're a cuck without the wife I guess you couldnt handle me We're from a different pedigree No longer on that failure **** Or living in a trailer **** Crybaby **** don't work no more So stomp your feet across the floor All the way to mommies room But she don't love you either dude! Man you cant seem to catch a break My ******* were all a fake But if you need a diagram You know where the **** I am I'm out here focused on myself While you threaten to **** yourself I bleed success and excellence I am too good for this all this mess Remember who the **** I am When I destroy you on the stand You say you used to be abused? What a ***** boy *** excuse I am not your baby girl I'm rocking someone else's world So take some notes and highlight bits It says right here that you ain't ****
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Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
RatQueen
crybaby
I can just picture it Your super close to finishin Nutting into ***** socks Tugging at your wimpy **** I know that you think of me To an unhealthy degree Writing all those angry songs A loser limpdick sing-a-long I can't seem to blame you much I have that effect on all I touch You didnt deserve it though So now you get to watch me go While I upgrade to bigger **** and you get to imagine it I'm smiling up at someone else While you sit at home and touch yourself So obsessed with my life You're a cuck without the wife I guess you couldnt handle me We're from a different pedigree No longer on that failure **** Or living in a trailer **** Crybaby **** don't work no more So stomp your feet across the floor All the way to mommies room But she don't love you either dude! Man you cant seem to catch a break My ******* were all a fake But if you need a diagram You know where the **** I am I'm out here focused on myself While you threaten to **** yourself I bleed success and excellence I am too good for this all this mess Remember who the **** I am When I destroy you on the stand You say you used to be abused? What a ***** boy *** excuse I am not your baby girl I'm rocking someone else's world So take some notes and highlight bits It says right here that you ain't ****
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You've got that far away look, they're giving you the liquid cosh and they're 'nutting you off' because you embarrass them, you're going to Broadmoor or maybe to Rampton and they'll put the clamps on to keep you inside, a drink of largactil, an antipsychotic, depressingly familiar and then it'll **** ya and the kill's in the shuffle, the wasting of muscles, the brain cells that flake away in that far away look. State sponsored death camps filled up with old tramps and those that don't fit, a drink of largactil, just enough so it kills you, just enough 'til your eyes pop out of your head, but you're not really dead see, they'll not have a post mortem because that wouldn't suit them in Broadmoor or Rampton they just put the tramps on a higher dosage.
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
john-edward-smallshaw
The cleaning crew
You've got that far away look, they're giving you the liquid cosh and they're 'nutting you off' because you embarrass them, you're going to Broadmoor or maybe to Rampton and they'll put the clamps on to keep you inside, a drink of largactil, an antipsychotic, depressingly familiar and then it'll **** ya and the kill's in the shuffle, the wasting of muscles, the brain cells that flake away in that far away look. State sponsored death camps filled up with old tramps and those that don't fit, a drink of largactil, just enough so it kills you, just enough 'til your eyes pop out of your head, but you're not really dead see, they'll not have a post mortem because that wouldn't suit them in Broadmoor or Rampton they just put the tramps on a higher dosage.
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