"pussies" poems - Hello Poetry

Don’t release your ******* Just release my single I don’t think it’s stunning When that thing is jingle ******* taste like Pepsi-Cola ******* taste like Marabou See a ***** – I say hola Eat that thing like caribou

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Jul 15, 2018

Jul 15, 2018 at 5:59 AM UTC

mikumiku

PU$$Y

Don’t release your ******* Just release my single I don’t think it’s stunning When that thing is jingle ******* taste like Pepsi-Cola ******* taste like Marabou See a ***** – I say hola Eat that thing like caribou

8

Life is a movie and men are really actors. Some get the lead role, while others are just extras. It's a hierarchy, you got the over zealous ****** on top and ******* below. If you can sell your soul, you'll make headlines. Get paid. Buy a steak or something. Care only about yourself and **** everybody else over, in whatever position you'd like ;) .Fight ***** or don't fight at all. Sucker punch the Devil for trickin' you and book it. Run, run fast, like the cops are after you. Shit's about to go down. It's Irony, in his emmy winning role! Shameful that "The laws" are just dyslexic interpretations of petty rules anyways. Use logic, not obedience

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Mar 7, 2012

Mar 7, 2012 at 3:01 AM UTC

Sacrelicious

The Adventures Of A Real-Life Psychopath.

Life is a movie and men are really actors. Some get the lead role, while others are just extras. It's a hierarchy, you got the over zealous ****** on top and ******* below. If you can sell your soul, you'll make headlines. Get paid. Buy a steak or something. Care only about yourself and **** everybody else over, in whatever position you'd like ;) .Fight ***** or don't fight at all. Sucker punch the Devil for trickin' you and book it. Run, run fast, like the cops are after you. Shit's about to go down. It's Irony, in his emmy winning role! Shameful that "The laws" are just dyslexic interpretations of petty rules anyways. Use logic, not obedience

15

could it be a ******** like cotton buds from the ***** flower a witched river under dark clouds of brooms that don't fly anymore maybe in need of an upgrade perhaps a spell of weaponized winds with insinuated floating ghouls shaking their lopsided claws under blood orchards and diagrams of grief as they follow their noses looking for ***** ******* the scent of vivacious zyzzyva loving oozing laughter thirsty skin needles too **** heroine stuck on toe picket fences mimicry of ducks blood butter like a crime scene of kisses that went to far eggs and runny yokes left puddled on a thigh the ****** burps Pans milkshake *** legacy legs lookin for love auto asphyxiated in a closet fringy and hanging with a hardon lost eyes and drool somewhere in Thailand after spicy noodle soup and a Tsingtao hurt me hurt you i'm an evil boweval a Zyzzyva come to love you

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Jun 14, 2019

Jun 14, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC

zebrablack

Zyzzyva....Manga

could it be a ******** like cotton buds from the ***** flower a witched river under dark clouds of brooms that don't fly anymore maybe in need of an upgrade perhaps a spell of weaponized winds with insinuated floating ghouls shaking their lopsided claws under blood orchards and diagrams of grief as they follow their noses looking for ***** ******* the scent of vivacious zyzzyva loving oozing laughter thirsty skin needles too **** heroine stuck on toe picket fences mimicry of ducks blood butter like a crime scene of kisses that went to far eggs and runny yokes left puddled on a thigh the ****** burps Pans milkshake *** legacy legs lookin for love auto asphyxiated in a closet fringy and hanging with a hardon lost eyes and drool somewhere in Thailand after spicy noodle soup and a Tsingtao hurt me hurt you i'm an evil boweval a Zyzzyva come to love you

35

Cuckqueen in a kink clutch breaking a twisted angel on the rack of onward Christian solders in ecstatic flagellations for ***** saliva cliterature with a mouth black window widows bite in a white lie light of cruel dark night while jazz **** layonaise spatters where its soft and hurts good and fossil **** ******* drive down the armageddon highway in a bright burn with ***** feet on clean sheets and drooling tongues lickalotapuss

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Mar 17, 2019

Mar 17, 2019 at 1:20 PM UTC

zebrablack

Lickalotapuss...Anime

Cuckqueen in a kink clutch breaking a twisted angel on the rack of onward Christian solders in ecstatic flagellations for ***** saliva cliterature with a mouth black window widows bite in a white lie light of cruel dark night while jazz **** layonaise spatters where its soft and hurts good and fossil **** ******* drive down the armageddon highway in a bright burn with ***** feet on clean sheets and drooling tongues lickalotapuss

19

I live on the inside more than the outside. But, I allow the outside to get in sometimes. I let the outside slowly caress the inside and ****** it. Come out for a walk with me, he’d say. Words don’t matter here. You can be who you want. The inside, she’s soft. She resists the brightness, she craves the cave -- The land of mirrors we’re walking through that she’s so used to. Where it’s just us and our words and the magic we weave with them. Outside, we grab ******* we grab attention, we grab, We don’t differentiate between the sinners and the saints We take and we take and we take. Just like the song, just like the song. We’re not here to fight. But, the inside, she’s defiant. I hold my insides and weep, I weep for the the land grabbing My body is not mine anymore. I am a slave to the outside. The inside pulls me back in and we bulldoze through the Land of Mirrors. We’re not alone anymore. We’re a lot of voices. We’re a cacophony. We’re a chorus. We’re a choir, raising our arms to the heavens. Take me out, dare me to fight I will write; I am inside and outside today. Grab what you can, extra extra this just in! We’re crawling out of ourselves and dancing on the streets to reclaim what’s mine and ours and yours.

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May 5, 2017

May 5, 2017 at 6:54 AM UTC

sonia-thomas

Grabbing

I live on the inside more than the outside. But, I allow the outside to get in sometimes. I let the outside slowly caress the inside and ****** it. Come out for a walk with me, he’d say. Words don’t matter here. You can be who you want. The inside, she’s soft. She resists the brightness, she craves the cave -- The land of mirrors we’re walking through that she’s so used to. Where it’s just us and our words and the magic we weave with them. Outside, we grab ******* we grab attention, we grab, We don’t differentiate between the sinners and the saints We take and we take and we take. Just like the song, just like the song. We’re not here to fight. But, the inside, she’s defiant. I hold my insides and weep, I weep for the the land grabbing My body is not mine anymore. I am a slave to the outside. The inside pulls me back in and we bulldoze through the Land of Mirrors. We’re not alone anymore. We’re a lot of voices. We’re a cacophony. We’re a chorus. We’re a choir, raising our arms to the heavens. Take me out, dare me to fight I will write; I am inside and outside today. Grab what you can, extra extra this just in! We’re crawling out of ourselves and dancing on the streets to reclaim what’s mine and ours and yours.

30

I'd rather die than listen to your poetry. **** pellets of perfection, Forget rhyme, rhythm or talent, Leave that **** for the poets, The saps and the ******* Don't start with that alliteration. No pantooms or odes. I'd rather place my head on the chopping block. I'd rather watch blood with such high viscosity, That it flails and leaps toward the opened mouth, Pleading "no more! No more!"

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Feb 22, 2011

Feb 22, 2011 at 1:02 PM UTC

allison-miles

For The Poetry Haters

I'd rather die than listen to your poetry. **** pellets of perfection, Forget rhyme, rhythm or talent, Leave that **** for the poets, The saps and the ******* Don't start with that alliteration. No pantooms or odes. I'd rather place my head on the chopping block. I'd rather watch blood with such high viscosity, That it flails and leaps toward the opened mouth, Pleading "no more! No more!"

11

she likes to dance in cemeteries naked warring little but jeweled ***** bells, ankle bracelets toe rings bingles, bangles, piercings, through ******* and nose her tongue split each side wiggling independently she gives head on a head stone her blow jobs like two undulating mouths her skin inked with black and blood tattoos that say *Satan's little ***** ***** double penetrations preferred porfavor the more buttery big ***** and pastry puffy ******* the better* she all purple hair tinged red and antler horned hat with silver toe and finger nails a crazy saint sane adored by the popes of the lascivious eyes wide open over a crimson mouth sneer cherry pout lips gods gift to ***** and vaginas a temple of relief exalting Eros a **** it bucket list of lust her heart cotton candy in flames ****** like a river of smashed potatoes in cream she like phases of a corpse moon begs to be used after death like pigment on canvas smeared red globes and chiaroscuro she playing dead living it up do you know her she keeps her secret hidden on her sleeve while you keep yours from yourself *bless me father for I have sinned and loved every minute of it yet dare not be happy for fear of Gods rage* my soul saved turned fertile earth to sand and shrouding vistas of light till the bed is the bed of the living dead so there's nothin left but work and sleep and dreams of drunken **** madness are buried under the weight marked forbidden black sun curse hips sway in ashes a forbidden dance

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Feb 22, 2018

Feb 22, 2018 at 10:42 AM UTC

zebrablack

Forbidden Dance

she likes to dance in cemeteries naked warring little but jeweled ***** bells, ankle bracelets toe rings bingles, bangles, piercings, through ******* and nose her tongue split each side wiggling independently she gives head on a head stone her blow jobs like two undulating mouths her skin inked with black and blood tattoos that say *Satan's little ***** ***** double penetrations preferred porfavor the more buttery big ***** and pastry puffy ******* the better* she all purple hair tinged red and antler horned hat with silver toe and finger nails a crazy saint sane adored by the popes of the lascivious eyes wide open over a crimson mouth sneer cherry pout lips gods gift to ***** and vaginas a temple of relief exalting Eros a **** it bucket list of lust her heart cotton candy in flames ****** like a river of smashed potatoes in cream she like phases of a corpse moon begs to be used after death like pigment on canvas smeared red globes and chiaroscuro she playing dead living it up do you know her she keeps her secret hidden on her sleeve while you keep yours from yourself *bless me father for I have sinned and loved every minute of it yet dare not be happy for fear of Gods rage* my soul saved turned fertile earth to sand and shrouding vistas of light till the bed is the bed of the living dead so there's nothin left but work and sleep and dreams of drunken **** madness are buried under the weight marked forbidden black sun curse hips sway in ashes a forbidden dance

60

Distant island shapes beguiling Floating ghosts of far off land Appear sentinel as we lay Hot and sunbathed on the sand. Scorching beach has tricked our minds Ever beckoning cool seas flow Finely placed as time stands still Myths of people long ago Heat above the deep caldera Yet at water’s edge a breeze Every wave a stroke of calmness Drags the black sand out with ease Pushing, combing lava rock Once a liquid burning hot Hearts massaged by the tender noise Deep sighs as the day burns on Windy gusts caress unclad torsos Smiling we hold hands out to catch Throwing our heads back with the pleasure Letting our warm brown frames collapse Lazy resting towels on bodies Sunbed dreaming, time for lunch Decisions on the midday menu A carafe of red or white, too much! Later when the sun’s behind us Deserted beaches for the night Couples then prepare for evening Soon tavernas come alight Poolside dwelling welcomes back Two weary souls from day outside Scorching sun takes all about us Thanks for love where we abide Since we came and soaked our souls In this perfect atmosphere Love has blossomed even further All is wonderful never fear Patio evenings lying out Herb aroma fills the nose Drifting in and out of sleepy Eyes feel heavy in repose Cool wet noses brush our legs Warm fur strokes a silken pass Feline friends have come to visit Glad that we are home at last Nervous ******* lying still Mewing loudly all surpassed Two so gentle but true survivors Bright eyes hiding traumas past How lovely to have given respite As more and more attached we grew Warm and tender stroking softly Alongside us as if they knew

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Feb 3, 2010

Feb 3, 2010 at 12:11 PM UTC

max-hale

Santorini rhyme

Distant island shapes beguiling Floating ghosts of far off land Appear sentinel as we lay Hot and sunbathed on the sand. Scorching beach has tricked our minds Ever beckoning cool seas flow Finely placed as time stands still Myths of people long ago Heat above the deep caldera Yet at water’s edge a breeze Every wave a stroke of calmness Drags the black sand out with ease Pushing, combing lava rock Once a liquid burning hot Hearts massaged by the tender noise Deep sighs as the day burns on Windy gusts caress unclad torsos Smiling we hold hands out to catch Throwing our heads back with the pleasure Letting our warm brown frames collapse Lazy resting towels on bodies Sunbed dreaming, time for lunch Decisions on the midday menu A carafe of red or white, too much! Later when the sun’s behind us Deserted beaches for the night Couples then prepare for evening Soon tavernas come alight Poolside dwelling welcomes back Two weary souls from day outside Scorching sun takes all about us Thanks for love where we abide Since we came and soaked our souls In this perfect atmosphere Love has blossomed even further All is wonderful never fear Patio evenings lying out Herb aroma fills the nose Drifting in and out of sleepy Eyes feel heavy in repose Cool wet noses brush our legs Warm fur strokes a silken pass Feline friends have come to visit Glad that we are home at last Nervous ******* lying still Mewing loudly all surpassed Two so gentle but true survivors Bright eyes hiding traumas past How lovely to have given respite As more and more attached we grew Warm and tender stroking softly Alongside us as if they knew

52

Sinking like a carelessly cosmic ****** on the 4th of J-U-L-Y, while a distressed young mountain lion lies on your feet. Watch out for the cautious rubber shark inside the lines. It'd be something like Frank Zappa stuck on a deserted island with a dealer of his liking or disdain. I believe in outlandish crazy industrialists in the distance between here and nowhere. Lucifer has been infused with witchcraft and crack ******* Mindless ******* Thank your God. Excellent nutrition is being presented as gluttony. Which in turn has caused your little sister to make daily offerings to a porcelain god. Pleasure didn't invent rebellion but rebellion did however invent pleasure. Don't confuse the two. A believer is magnetically drawn to immorality, much like man is to faith. Inspiration simply radiates free energy and a smile should never be compared to a frown. Dreaming can be mistaken for productivity. Dream big people, dream big.

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Jun 19, 2012

Jun 19, 2012 at 3:56 PM UTC

one4u2nv

The Worlds Coracle

Sinking like a carelessly cosmic ****** on the 4th of J-U-L-Y, while a distressed young mountain lion lies on your feet. Watch out for the cautious rubber shark inside the lines. It'd be something like Frank Zappa stuck on a deserted island with a dealer of his liking or disdain. I believe in outlandish crazy industrialists in the distance between here and nowhere. Lucifer has been infused with witchcraft and crack ******* Mindless ******* Thank your God. Excellent nutrition is being presented as gluttony. Which in turn has caused your little sister to make daily offerings to a porcelain god. Pleasure didn't invent rebellion but rebellion did however invent pleasure. Don't confuse the two. A believer is magnetically drawn to immorality, much like man is to faith. Inspiration simply radiates free energy and a smile should never be compared to a frown. Dreaming can be mistaken for productivity. Dream big people, dream big.

9

don’t worry about decisions anymore. I can think for you. Here, buy this brand of tampons. Watch me now. It’s more absorbent. Here, stick them in your ears. You’ll have s o f t e r t h o u g h t s. Pillowy white fluuuufffyyythoughts. You don’t need your brain anyway. no more thinking, I can think for you. here, watch me now. Look at these happy plastic assless women wearing delicate bras, so beautiful. Why don’t you buy one? they’re uncomfortable well you’re ugly, unwanted, but you wear what you want. Wear this bra. Maybe it will keep your heart from aching. You don’t need your heart; I can feel. I can feel for you. So watch me. Hey, look here. Buy these shoes. They make your legs look like celery stalks, but your husband will “do it” with you again. That’s what you want, right? right. Put them on. Please your man, make the food, wear the shoes. Don’t think. Please your man, feed the kids, do the work. Wear the shoes. Don’t you dare think. I can Think For You. Aptitude is overrated. Your biggest asset is your body, bereft of a brain. Don’t think. I can think for you. Wear this. Buy that. Spend your husband’s money, make him happy. Please your man, make the food, wear the shoes. Now, for your anxiety, take these pills. Three little blue pills, one big orange pill, one little white pill. This one makes you skinny. This one makes your teeth white. This one makes you dumb, this one makes you numb. Don’t think. Don’t worry about where your husband is. He’ll probably come home tonight. There is no divorce on TV, so it must not exist. Don’t think. Oh, you poor little ****** woman. Tiny, powerless drone robot. Don’t think. Robots don’t have brains. Dolls don’t have brains. **** *** ******* legs, don’t have brains. Close your mouth. Don’t speak. I can speak for you. That bra is uncomfortable? Shut up. You want me to wear a ****** Shut up. You want to be yourself, with the brain, with the ****** with the ******* with the child. You can’t have all and be free. Choose. Don’t choose. I will choose for you. Please your man Make the food wear the shoes There will be no discussion. There will be no negotiation. There is no **** on TV, so it must not exist. No thinking no thoughts no brain, just **** *** ***** legs. wear the shoes, please your man, make the food. Eat. Sleep. Breathe. Work. Die. Recognize the regulations, recognize your place. Your /place/ is in the shoes, those d e v i l traps eating your sweet feet. all the time--wear them They are comfortable. They are **** don’t think don’t cry don’t moan whisper whimper Shut up. Don’t speak. I will speak for you. Clocks, computers, **** *** You Are Nothing

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Jun 1, 2011

Jun 1, 2011 at 6:02 PM UTC

michelle-reicks

wear the shoes

don’t worry about decisions anymore. I can think for you. Here, buy this brand of tampons. Watch me now. It’s more absorbent. Here, stick them in your ears. You’ll have s o f t e r t h o u g h t s. Pillowy white fluuuufffyyythoughts. You don’t need your brain anyway. no more thinking, I can think for you. here, watch me now. Look at these happy plastic assless women wearing delicate bras, so beautiful. Why don’t you buy one? they’re uncomfortable well you’re ugly, unwanted, but you wear what you want. Wear this bra. Maybe it will keep your heart from aching. You don’t need your heart; I can feel. I can feel for you. So watch me. Hey, look here. Buy these shoes. They make your legs look like celery stalks, but your husband will “do it” with you again. That’s what you want, right? right. Put them on. Please your man, make the food, wear the shoes. Don’t think. Please your man, feed the kids, do the work. Wear the shoes. Don’t you dare think. I can Think For You. Aptitude is overrated. Your biggest asset is your body, bereft of a brain. Don’t think. I can think for you. Wear this. Buy that. Spend your husband’s money, make him happy. Please your man, make the food, wear the shoes. Now, for your anxiety, take these pills. Three little blue pills, one big orange pill, one little white pill. This one makes you skinny. This one makes your teeth white. This one makes you dumb, this one makes you numb. Don’t think. Don’t worry about where your husband is. He’ll probably come home tonight. There is no divorce on TV, so it must not exist. Don’t think. Oh, you poor little ****** woman. Tiny, powerless drone robot. Don’t think. Robots don’t have brains. Dolls don’t have brains. **** *** ******* legs, don’t have brains. Close your mouth. Don’t speak. I can speak for you. That bra is uncomfortable? Shut up. You want me to wear a ****** Shut up. You want to be yourself, with the brain, with the ****** with the ******* with the child. You can’t have all and be free. Choose. Don’t choose. I will choose for you. Please your man Make the food wear the shoes There will be no discussion. There will be no negotiation. There is no **** on TV, so it must not exist. No thinking no thoughts no brain, just **** *** ***** legs. wear the shoes, please your man, make the food. Eat. Sleep. Breathe. Work. Die. Recognize the regulations, recognize your place. Your /place/ is in the shoes, those d e v i l traps eating your sweet feet. all the time--wear them They are comfortable. They are **** don’t think don’t cry don’t moan whisper whimper Shut up. Don’t speak. I will speak for you. Clocks, computers, **** *** You Are Nothing

102

Aye,..Uhh where the weed...Where..(Where the2)..drinks..(Where the2)..weed..(where the2)..drinks..Uhh..Let's have some fun tonight mane, Yeah let's have some fun Aye..(Where the3)..weed, where..(where the2)..drinks,..Where..(Where the2)..weed..(Where the3).. Drinks..(Aye, let's have some fun tonight mane2)..(Yeah..let's have some fun*2)..Aye.. Burn up, Blaze up..Yeah burn up, Yeah Blaze up, Yeah po up, Yeah drink up, Yeah burn up..Yeah po up..Yeah..Blaze up, Yeah drink up.. let's (turn up2)..Yeah..let's..have (some fun2)..Yeah have fun mane..Aye..(Where the3)..weed..Yeah..where..(where the2)..drinks..(Yeah let's have some fun2)..tonight mane,aye..(Where the2)..weed..Yeah..(Where the2)..drinks..(Aye let's have some fun3)..Tonight mane..Aye..Po up Yeah, Blaze up Yeah...drink up ***** & burn up man..(let's have some fun..Yeah*3) man..Aye OFTR, we throwing a house party like we in the 70s era dawg, yeah we gonna have this **** jumping like Kid n Play dude.., mane The whole crib gonna foggy filled up wit hella smoke, aye..Yeah ***** that dope..Yeah that good kush aroma dawg..The only thing you can really see is the fire at the end of the roll up..Everybody drinking yeah Everybody rolling up, Yeah everybody coughing & choking & (having fun*3).. Yeah..my nigaa..Yeah we puffing on funky, Uhh.. Homie leave all the stress at the front door man..so Don't bring no drama, don't bring no problems, don't bring no ******* don't bring no false ones, & don't bring no stank ho's please dawg..forget blowing ****** we got sticky icky grown organically, no pesticides Yeah mane..just straight THC Thats it..home grown , Yeah we..(having fun*3)..relaxing kicking back Yeah kicking back a young ***** had a long *** tiresome day, now its time to unwind get high & have some fun..Yeah..man..Uhh.. Yeah, its time to roll up,Yeah, its time burn up, Yeah its time to po up..Yeah, its time get super drunk.. (Yeah just having fun*2) (Have fun*3)...man.. Yeah, we gone turn up tonight dawg, Aye we got 40s OEs, Aye we got champagne, clicquot mane,Aye..we got Budweiser, bud lights,coronas & 2,11s by the case load,..also ***** gin, & vsop..Yeah we getting ****** up like a white fraternity, please don't throw up mane,..make sure you eat..Aye mane, **** what people think about me I just live my life, who's the **** to tell me I ain't living right..nobody **** right.. (We having so much fun yeah*3)..tonight should be here dawg , come now, Noo we ain't stopping till the morning.. That's how OFTR party dawg..Uhh Yeah we party hard Aye.. (Where the **** at mane,Yeah where the drinks at,Aye4)...(burn up, po up, twist Yeah, don't stop..Uhh,Yeah3).. /Don't stop,3../3... ever nigga..let's go.. Noo I ain't done wit this song no not at all ...Ohh, that's what you thought dawg, **** I still got some more turning up to do.. Man I still got kegs & bags of marijuana that ain't even half way through we getting throwed ,like a football, Yeah we so gone mane..(Ohh*3)..Yeah dawg, Let's go.. (burn up, po up, twist Yeah, don't stop..Uhh,Yeah*3) /(Have fun3)..Yeah mane/2 (Have fun*3) Yeah..Uhh where the weed...Where..(Where the2)..drinks..(Where the2)..weed..(where the2)..drinks..Uhh..Let's have some fun tonight mane, Yeah let's have some fun Aye..(Where the3)..weed, where..(where the2)..drinks,..Where..(Where the2)..weed..(Where the3).. Drinks..(Aye, let's have some fun tonight mane2)..(Yeah..let's have some fun*2)..Aye.. Burn up, Blaze up..Yeah burn up, Yeah Blaze up, Yeah po up, Yeah drink up, Yeah burn up..Yeah po up..Yeah..Blaze up, Yeah drink up.. let's (turn up2)..Yeah..let's..have (some fun2)..Yeah have fun mane..Aye..(Where the3)..weed..Yeah..where..(where the2)..drinks..(Yeah let's have some fun2)..tonight mane,aye..(Where the2)..weed..Yeah..(Where the2)..drinks..(Aye let's have some fun3)..Tonight mane..Aye..Po up Yeah, Blaze up Yeah...drink up ***** & burn up man..(let's have some fun..Yeah*3) man..Aye We doing what we want Yeah..we having so much fun man, we twisting & drinking we living free Yeah..we living freer..than they want us to be , Yeah..we breaking all the rules like **** Dat **** Noo, we don't care about polices, noo, we don't give a **** about nothing, like **** all the laws homie, Naw mane, /we just do what we want..(Yeah2..)/2 we gone kick back & roll up the whole pacc, Yeah man,we gone wake up tomorrow & do the same **** again..Yeah man, we gone live it up..(Yeah, we gone have some fun3)..tonight.. (Yeah2)..Aye..Uhh Where..(where the3)..weed at...Where..(Where the3)..drinks at..Uhh..(Where the2)..weed..(where the2)..drinks..Uhh..Yeah Let's have some fun tonight mane, Yeah let's have some fun Aye..(Where the3)..weed, where..(where the2)..drinks,..Where..(Where the2)..weed..(Where the3).. Drinks..Aye, let's have some fun tonight mane.. (Yeah..let's have some fun*3)..Aye.. (Uhh..Yeah, Blaze up, burn up, drink up , po up, Yeah Blaze up, burn up, turn up, drink mo*3) (Have fun6)..(Yeah have fun4).. Man.. Let's have some fun..Aye

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Dec 29, 2015

Dec 29, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC

StonPoet

Ston Poet - **** & Drinks

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Breaking his enthusiasm as my pencil spasm insanely random like a Gatlin cannon my magnum blastin shots taken so I'm shootin then walking off like cam Nuked'm these civil lies causing an evolution I'm killing guys its the only solutions dude blowing smoke too much pollution on the same page until I go rampage and start looting enraged second phase using the bars from my cage to punch lines through these frames I'm battle rappin as quick as they can match'em let it happen captain Hook I'll patch ' em in tandom with passion my fraction got these ******* trashing like DJs scratching I'm thirsty for action these weapons I'm packing get rowdy they start clapping like jacks sons put a cap in your captain capitalize off what happens I'll top 5 of your top 10 you fighting for your life I'm just saying one with a slight of hand I'm disarming this man King of Kings Schooling these Lord of rings on thier aim, I'm top tier they lame I'm **** ' em all with the same ball and chain pen dragging them all to my hall of slain, this a deadly game, and I bringing the major pain.

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Dec 29, 2014

Dec 29, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC

Styles

Draft: Battle rap war

Breaking his enthusiasm as my pencil spasm insanely random like a Gatlin cannon my magnum blastin shots taken so I'm shootin then walking off like cam Nuked'm these civil lies causing an evolution I'm killing guys its the only solutions dude blowing smoke too much pollution on the same page until I go rampage and start looting enraged second phase using the bars from my cage to punch lines through these frames I'm battle rappin as quick as they can match'em let it happen captain Hook I'll patch ' em in tandom with passion my fraction got these ******* trashing like DJs scratching I'm thirsty for action these weapons I'm packing get rowdy they start clapping like jacks sons put a cap in your captain capitalize off what happens I'll top 5 of your top 10 you fighting for your life I'm just saying one with a slight of hand I'm disarming this man King of Kings Schooling these Lord of rings on thier aim, I'm top tier they lame I'm **** ' em all with the same ball and chain pen dragging them all to my hall of slain, this a deadly game, and I bringing the major pain.

1

If we lived in a non-judgmental world, where social norm were a blank slate free of preconceptions and expectations, a world in which it was traditional to be liberal, what would you do? Would you work this hard or drive fast cars? Would you read 50 Shades of Grey in the train? Would you still cry in the rain? Would you be outgoing or spend more time alone? Would you laugh at funerals and never mourn? Would you wear your pyjamas for Sunday mass? Would you identify yourself with the working class? Would you use two forks or wear socks with flip flops? Would you avoid dating jocks? Would you take up smoking or marry young? Would you tattoo your face and pierce your tongue? Would you work as a stripper whilst being a nun? Would you form a jihad against wars and guns? Would you become straight, forget how to pray or wish your first born son were gay? Would you ever fake an ****** or admit you like it rough? Would you follow the stars and lucky charms leaving all life's decisions to luck? Would you believe in evolution and gravity, or argue we're heavy people with sticky feet? Would you avoid salad or order tofu? Would you try to go up a dress size or two? Would you give to charity or take up a sport? Would you sell your house and buy a boat? Would you order expensive wines or write poems that did not rhyme? What would you do? Perhaps you simply wouldn't have a clue, for we appear to have forgotten how to be true. So when ever a Miley comes like a wrecking ball we unite to share our disbelief and loathe. As we did to Snowden and Jesus Christ, we mock and torture and crucify. The UN, CIA and the Vatican unite, to teach us how to lead our lives. For when someone somewhere breaks a norm that someone somewhere has formed it has become a universal priority for the former to be conformed. Perhaps in this non-judgmental world, we might decide to start judging each other...

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Dec 7, 2013

Dec 7, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC

harsh

*******

If we lived in a non-judgmental world, where social norm were a blank slate free of preconceptions and expectations, a world in which it was traditional to be liberal, what would you do? Would you work this hard or drive fast cars? Would you read 50 Shades of Grey in the train? Would you still cry in the rain? Would you be outgoing or spend more time alone? Would you laugh at funerals and never mourn? Would you wear your pyjamas for Sunday mass? Would you identify yourself with the working class? Would you use two forks or wear socks with flip flops? Would you avoid dating jocks? Would you take up smoking or marry young? Would you tattoo your face and pierce your tongue? Would you work as a stripper whilst being a nun? Would you form a jihad against wars and guns? Would you become straight, forget how to pray or wish your first born son were gay? Would you ever fake an ****** or admit you like it rough? Would you follow the stars and lucky charms leaving all life's decisions to luck? Would you believe in evolution and gravity, or argue we're heavy people with sticky feet? Would you avoid salad or order tofu? Would you try to go up a dress size or two? Would you give to charity or take up a sport? Would you sell your house and buy a boat? Would you order expensive wines or write poems that did not rhyme? What would you do? Perhaps you simply wouldn't have a clue, for we appear to have forgotten how to be true. So when ever a Miley comes like a wrecking ball we unite to share our disbelief and loathe. As we did to Snowden and Jesus Christ, we mock and torture and crucify. The UN, CIA and the Vatican unite, to teach us how to lead our lives. For when someone somewhere breaks a norm that someone somewhere has formed it has become a universal priority for the former to be conformed. Perhaps in this non-judgmental world, we might decide to start judging each other...

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mob scenes be-headings cops killing without reason that is obscene ****** not ******* so beautiful or **** or men's junk what gets me wrong what I think should not be published are commercials that lead into the nightly news featuring the next black man getting his *** shot by quick triggered cops, or some television anchor rant about Republicans caring about **** Give me a full frontal, please!!

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Mar 2, 2015

Mar 2, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC

wordvango

***

mob scenes be-headings cops killing without reason that is obscene ****** not ******* so beautiful or **** or men's junk what gets me wrong what I think should not be published are commercials that lead into the nightly news featuring the next black man getting his *** shot by quick triggered cops, or some television anchor rant about Republicans caring about **** Give me a full frontal, please!!

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A Pornstar named Miss Sandra Deven was shooting for Wild ******* 7 a dangerous stunt that injured her **** She now starts in ***** from Heaven

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Sep 22, 2010

Sep 22, 2010 at 8:47 AM UTC

nrem

A Pornstar named Miss Sandra Deven

A Pornstar named Miss Sandra Deven was shooting for Wild ******* 7 a dangerous stunt that injured her **** She now starts in ***** from Heaven

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I buck the system my ***** like forget the system ***** , This world is so Corrupted, The government just wanna take away are feelings, & make us into killing machines..just like the Nazis (Fuck America)..Uhh (They lie to us*2,..MK Ultra, (Its mind control*2)..mind control This **** is getting way outta control..)*2 Uhh, The **** been going on , I been In my zone, I been sad for so very long.. I been writing all alone, I been stuck in my room, broken mirrors, & Monarch butterflies all around me, The voices in my head won't leave me alone mane, tryna distract me from my Fathers truth homie, I'm having Dreams of demons tryna take hold of my soul..(I won't let em get to me thou..)..Ayo, I'm getting so sick & tired dawg..Im feeling very depress, homicidal & suicidal, like Tommy Wright the 3rd but forget killing myself dawg.. I'm just about to buss out the AK & go Rambo & make these ******* die dawg..They are gonna feel the wrath of Young Ston Poet.. The ****** Disciple , that I felt for so very long..Man its eating up my insides..Uhh I buck the system my ***** **** The system my nigga,..I'm bringing pandemonium.. **** The CIA ***** , America isn't protecting us , They ain't doing nothing but putting us on a string..Uhh, So Forget America mane..Im blowing **** up like the Two brothers did at the Boston Marathon dawg..Real Talk man..Uhh,...I just don't give a **** any more,about nothing..Yeah America **** them..Yeah America is just filled with puppets man.. Sinning Machines, humanoids,clones..shit, people thats just here for devilish purposes, like assassinations, & prostitution.. **** all of that sick **** man, **** being a robot for the white man, **** mind control..Imma stand against the **** shit..This is Only For The Real..This is Only For The Righteous.. Uhh They lie to us, Its mind control.. MK Ultra..Uhh

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Dec 28, 2015

Dec 28, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC

StonPoet

Ston Poet - Mind Control (MK Ultra)

I buck the system my ***** like forget the system ***** , This world is so Corrupted, The government just wanna take away are feelings, & make us into killing machines..just like the Nazis (Fuck America)..Uhh (They lie to us*2,..MK Ultra, (Its mind control*2)..mind control This **** is getting way outta control..)*2 Uhh, The **** been going on , I been In my zone, I been sad for so very long.. I been writing all alone, I been stuck in my room, broken mirrors, & Monarch butterflies all around me, The voices in my head won't leave me alone mane, tryna distract me from my Fathers truth homie, I'm having Dreams of demons tryna take hold of my soul..(I won't let em get to me thou..)..Ayo, I'm getting so sick & tired dawg..Im feeling very depress, homicidal & suicidal, like Tommy Wright the 3rd but forget killing myself dawg.. I'm just about to buss out the AK & go Rambo & make these ******* die dawg..They are gonna feel the wrath of Young Ston Poet.. The ****** Disciple , that I felt for so very long..Man its eating up my insides..Uhh I buck the system my ***** **** The system my nigga,..I'm bringing pandemonium.. **** The CIA ***** , America isn't protecting us , They ain't doing nothing but putting us on a string..Uhh, So Forget America mane..Im blowing **** up like the Two brothers did at the Boston Marathon dawg..Real Talk man..Uhh,...I just don't give a **** any more,about nothing..Yeah America **** them..Yeah America is just filled with puppets man.. Sinning Machines, humanoids,clones..shit, people thats just here for devilish purposes, like assassinations, & prostitution.. **** all of that sick **** man, **** being a robot for the white man, **** mind control..Imma stand against the **** shit..This is Only For The Real..This is Only For The Righteous.. Uhh They lie to us, Its mind control.. MK Ultra..Uhh

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My old man used to take me to the track Showed me how to key the top horse Sprinkle in some long shots, he’d say Oh, and son, it takes money to make money He’d smoke his stoag’, pound his beers Imploring me with his simple wisdom Life is way too short not to... Not to what dad? Just not to He never played the favorites Even money is like kissin’ your sister And win bets? Well those are for ******* My formula was simple Name + color + number Times the square root of lifetime wins Divided by the odds, plus two We studied the programs in silence A father and son crack team And usually not on purpose We’d make the same ********* face I was eleven when I hit my first big one Trifecta box, because I wasn’t a ***** Paid almost two large Never made dad more proud Steak and lobster on my son! We went to Ruth’s to celebrate I tipped the waiter a hundred And fell asleep on the drive home It’s been over a decade since And about a dozen girls Always done after they go down twenty Always win, place, and show

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Nov 19, 2011

Nov 19, 2011 at 11:40 PM UTC

alex-p-gara

ponies

My old man used to take me to the track Showed me how to key the top horse Sprinkle in some long shots, he’d say Oh, and son, it takes money to make money He’d smoke his stoag’, pound his beers Imploring me with his simple wisdom Life is way too short not to... Not to what dad? Just not to He never played the favorites Even money is like kissin’ your sister And win bets? Well those are for ******* My formula was simple Name + color + number Times the square root of lifetime wins Divided by the odds, plus two We studied the programs in silence A father and son crack team And usually not on purpose We’d make the same ********* face I was eleven when I hit my first big one Trifecta box, because I wasn’t a ***** Paid almost two large Never made dad more proud Steak and lobster on my son! We went to Ruth’s to celebrate I tipped the waiter a hundred And fell asleep on the drive home It’s been over a decade since And about a dozen girls Always done after they go down twenty Always win, place, and show

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Its timeto yoke the joker yo to the emcees that think they could get with me i wet em like an ocean tide personality like jekyll and hide which means im a killa slash for short drama no comma imma brutal emcee eatin' 'em up the best of em im the lyrical cannibal flesh rent devil sent no need for repent comin' with wickedness born with 8 flows if ya only knew ******* come in the sets of three im givin' wishes for free the rap genie aint' comin' to be a hero the black zorro thorrough shoot up the barrio dead eye hawkin' assassin' blastin' with the greatest tech mouth shots or physical shots it don't matter whatever it takes to get the job done my posse cocked d slapped you ******* you can smoke all the spinach you want and you leave like popeyes get it naw forget sensitive ******* i knit it write in graffiti love hoes shape like Nefertiti queen b goddess never a ***** **** in my encore **** with me and ill bring the war along with gore ******** never been a softie daddy had to be a gangsta **** hustler drug dealer all summed in one so i had no choice but to pack a gun but meanwhile im onto bigger and better things like rappin' on the mic i cling flows tighter rhan pliers leave emcees wrapped up like cable wires the sire embraced higher learning spurning over obstacles turn complexity into miracles how could i ever fall if i never fall failure not an acceptation id rather sells drugs and extortion and get caught wit 25 big ones fed time **** the state time im on the grind one time always wanna see me fall black man finna rise planet of the apes style hot and wild j ceasar with these skills i spills sendin' chills its an ice age all over just say its over when big yosef grab the mic prepare for fright when i ignite blast through hearts like a cannon i just smoke ya ya mediocre its time to yoke these jokers yea

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Dec 16, 2014

Dec 16, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Yoke the Joker

Its timeto yoke the joker yo to the emcees that think they could get with me i wet em like an ocean tide personality like jekyll and hide which means im a killa slash for short drama no comma imma brutal emcee eatin' 'em up the best of em im the lyrical cannibal flesh rent devil sent no need for repent comin' with wickedness born with 8 flows if ya only knew ******* come in the sets of three im givin' wishes for free the rap genie aint' comin' to be a hero the black zorro thorrough shoot up the barrio dead eye hawkin' assassin' blastin' with the greatest tech mouth shots or physical shots it don't matter whatever it takes to get the job done my posse cocked d slapped you ******* you can smoke all the spinach you want and you leave like popeyes get it naw forget sensitive ******* i knit it write in graffiti love hoes shape like Nefertiti queen b goddess never a ***** **** in my encore **** with me and ill bring the war along with gore ******** never been a softie daddy had to be a gangsta **** hustler drug dealer all summed in one so i had no choice but to pack a gun but meanwhile im onto bigger and better things like rappin' on the mic i cling flows tighter rhan pliers leave emcees wrapped up like cable wires the sire embraced higher learning spurning over obstacles turn complexity into miracles how could i ever fall if i never fall failure not an acceptation id rather sells drugs and extortion and get caught wit 25 big ones fed time **** the state time im on the grind one time always wanna see me fall black man finna rise planet of the apes style hot and wild j ceasar with these skills i spills sendin' chills its an ice age all over just say its over when big yosef grab the mic prepare for fright when i ignite blast through hearts like a cannon i just smoke ya ya mediocre its time to yoke these jokers yea

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She calls Him her boyfriend But to Him, She is nothing but a Body to **** Good girls go to heaven but Bad girls with big **** are everywhere looking for ***** to **** Looking for loaded ****** to **** l have been [Patient] for too long, l think lm [sick] Sick of these ****** Pretending to love when all they after is ***** Sick of these ******* Pretending to love when all they after is taste of Pipi Sick of ******* who cant see they is play ground and ****** is rolling ***** like is ball They tell you is Hot even when you is not you open ***** Hole, Sperms and STDs float inside the Vigeegee now you is sick, if only you had been patient if only you was Patience Im sick of ****** pretending that girls ******* are padlocks and them ***** keys going around unlocking as if they are good looking ****** dont make love they are UNLOCKING ******* Bitchesfancy that his Tongue licks the Vigeegee chill, that's just LUBRICANT to make it slippery when He operates you Fingers you to make sure you ready for it Figures you want it, makes you **** it like lolly pop. then He makes your ***** swallow it Unlocks the ***** Kisses you, making you drink the alcoholic poison from His lips then you get drunk in love then your blood gets drunk in *** then your **** gets drunk in ***** then you skip your periods you call Him he picks up drunk telling you to **** off then you realise late that you were a Padlock and He was to unlock you and you realise late that You Were just a BODY TO **** He lost nothing, but your Innocence, dignity and virginity perished. But then you smile coz you played with His **** too......

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Aug 14, 2015

Aug 14, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC

siyanda-buthelezi

Unlocking *******

She calls Him her boyfriend But to Him, She is nothing but a Body to **** Good girls go to heaven but Bad girls with big **** are everywhere looking for ***** to **** Looking for loaded ****** to **** l have been [Patient] for too long, l think lm [sick] Sick of these ****** Pretending to love when all they after is ***** Sick of these ******* Pretending to love when all they after is taste of Pipi Sick of ******* who cant see they is play ground and ****** is rolling ***** like is ball They tell you is Hot even when you is not you open ***** Hole, Sperms and STDs float inside the Vigeegee now you is sick, if only you had been patient if only you was Patience Im sick of ****** pretending that girls ******* are padlocks and them ***** keys going around unlocking as if they are good looking ****** dont make love they are UNLOCKING ******* Bitchesfancy that his Tongue licks the Vigeegee chill, that's just LUBRICANT to make it slippery when He operates you Fingers you to make sure you ready for it Figures you want it, makes you **** it like lolly pop. then He makes your ***** swallow it Unlocks the ***** Kisses you, making you drink the alcoholic poison from His lips then you get drunk in love then your blood gets drunk in *** then your **** gets drunk in ***** then you skip your periods you call Him he picks up drunk telling you to **** off then you realise late that you were a Padlock and He was to unlock you and you realise late that You Were just a BODY TO **** He lost nothing, but your Innocence, dignity and virginity perished. But then you smile coz you played with His **** too......

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I love licking ******* But hate tasting those hairy *****

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May 21, 2013

May 21, 2013 at 9:28 PM UTC

dieingembers

Fetish. 10w

I love licking ******* But hate tasting those hairy *****

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Well, I've written two . . . sonnets . . first ones from the point of view of a typical twit youngish bloke . when he realises his latest conquests a bit keen like . . . He writes a poem . . . Leaves it lying around carelessly So I'm to meet .your mum and dad ? . . . But I thought this . a one time **** . . . Not children planned or Sunday roasts I dreamt no champagne wedding toasts . . . ! They're coming round for tea . . tonight ?. . . This ***** no longer feeling right . . ! In epic terms this now's a fail . ! I think . it's time for me to bail !! Though . . something sparkled in your kiss, A luscious tingling of lips . . Add alcoholic lust fuelled hips Whose groovy moves I know I'd miss . . So . . . If I meet your mum and dad . Then that gets me . . another **** She finds the poem . . And replies . . . Dear silly boy . who left behind His hopeful sentimental rhyme . . . Who fancies meeting mum and dad Just to secure another **** . . . Well pretty boy . . KEEP DREAMING ON . . . Since any chance you had . . has gone, I found your rhyme upon the floor . . Now ******* closed . . as is my door It's such a shame . . you'll never know How far down I can really go . . Nor that my naughty little hand Is worth your golden wedding band My poet lad . . you've well derailed All future chance . . of getting nailed

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Aug 9, 2013

Aug 9, 2013 at 12:14 PM UTC

dominic-simpson

Two silly sonnets

Well, I've written two . . . sonnets . . first ones from the point of view of a typical twit youngish bloke . when he realises his latest conquests a bit keen like . . . He writes a poem . . . Leaves it lying around carelessly So I'm to meet .your mum and dad ? . . . But I thought this . a one time **** . . . Not children planned or Sunday roasts I dreamt no champagne wedding toasts . . . ! They're coming round for tea . . tonight ?. . . This ***** no longer feeling right . . ! In epic terms this now's a fail . ! I think . it's time for me to bail !! Though . . something sparkled in your kiss, A luscious tingling of lips . . Add alcoholic lust fuelled hips Whose groovy moves I know I'd miss . . So . . . If I meet your mum and dad . Then that gets me . . another **** She finds the poem . . And replies . . . Dear silly boy . who left behind His hopeful sentimental rhyme . . . Who fancies meeting mum and dad Just to secure another **** . . . Well pretty boy . . KEEP DREAMING ON . . . Since any chance you had . . has gone, I found your rhyme upon the floor . . Now ******* closed . . as is my door It's such a shame . . you'll never know How far down I can really go . . Nor that my naughty little hand Is worth your golden wedding band My poet lad . . you've well derailed All future chance . . of getting nailed

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Listen here ****** Your hole is too tight There are no fake ***** out here none made in China I despise virgins, cause ***** don't fit I don't appreciate blow jobs that's temporary I prefer full time jobs So won't you take ******* ***** as a full time job mouthy? Won't you wind my tambourine till it weeps and sobs? I don't like ******* that weren't ****** before They got penises acting like tampons I don't like being the first ****** this **** stays on girls hearts like tattoos If we **** you are my client, we build a rapport Growing up l had a phobia for hairy vaginas I always told my ****** to shave because I never imagined myself dating a bushman Nothing is an idiot like my **** I saw it growing feet and standing cause this girl in a taxi was eating banana Growing up I had a phobia of a pointy ***** in public. Don't hate, my ***** writing.

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Aug 6, 2016

Aug 6, 2016 at 1:27 PM UTC

siyanda-buthelezi

Don't Hurt My *****

Listen here ****** Your hole is too tight There are no fake ***** out here none made in China I despise virgins, cause ***** don't fit I don't appreciate blow jobs that's temporary I prefer full time jobs So won't you take ******* ***** as a full time job mouthy? Won't you wind my tambourine till it weeps and sobs? I don't like ******* that weren't ****** before They got penises acting like tampons I don't like being the first ****** this **** stays on girls hearts like tattoos If we **** you are my client, we build a rapport Growing up l had a phobia for hairy vaginas I always told my ****** to shave because I never imagined myself dating a bushman Nothing is an idiot like my **** I saw it growing feet and standing cause this girl in a taxi was eating banana Growing up I had a phobia of a pointy ***** in public. Don't hate, my ***** writing.

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