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Sugar Daddy (Free Curse) by Pystal Cocaine swifter than You. (Free verse) by Bachus

Lying as much to her as space will sell, He puts his palm tree on her swollen belly, She shivers, rolling wet into a yard sale Her tears in her KKK sheets from her pawned Telly. His kisses cover her hairy neck and broad shoulders, All night through, until dawn, she fondels his boulders Their joy cannot be contained, in a sauce bottle Her eyes close as the sun rises she's quite cottled. Sometime, in the mid-afternoon, I smoke crack Us together, sleepy-eyed, we sword fight cocks He cooks me breakfast since I'm always on my back She sips my milk and just smiles as I fuck her rack. This love they have together, God damn it's hot Seems to have no end in sight, Sweet Jesu Basquiat" He helps her out of her pajamas, what's left of them And they cuddle on the couch like felching whores do. @@ @@@@ OFTEN = (_)$(_) \h\ \o\ \r\ \u\ \s\ \8\ (.) Together, they gargle cunt she-she as the minutes deer tick Their baby kicks and squirms then exlplodes lyme disease This life they have made together? Whatever It will come now, any day, yeah any day. When it is time for the doctors to forcep He will never leave her side,"feel that bicep". He watches as his son takes his first breath, And cradles his wife in his arms to watch him piss in their faces. As the years go by so quickly, aint it sad? Their little family grows, then goes bye bye. She thanks the Lord daily, and is not mad And Daddy does as well, because, hey everyone dies. I myself hope I'm eaten alive by a tiger, ass first.

SupremeDreamer 3-Sep-03/12:29 AM
let me guess, you figure that childbirth is a holy subject, and no matter how badly a poet writes about childbirth it is a sin to make fun of poems with such a topic? yes, ofcourse, and you also believe any poet who does make fun of those bad poems are evil men that must not have high ratings since that wouldnt be right.

you are a spineless turd, that must be brutally beaten with a nine iron, then displayed publicly on an upside down cross, with your back facing the crowd, your ass stuffed with a snake.




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