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Life on the Sidewalk (with superfluous vulgarisms) (Sonnet) by ?-Dave_Mysterious-?

Life hurts, Son, My mother advised me, In between puffs on her crack pipe, Life really fucking hurts. I thought my girlfriend understood me, But shit no! She was just another fucking ho, Vending cunt down some scum-ridden bar. In sex there's no fulfilment, The stinking beads of sweat, Running down my erect cock, Provide no anaesthesia. This city is like a weeping sore, It eats away at my very sole, Day after fucking day, Relentless despair is my burden. Last year, my best bud was mown down, In a pointless fucking drive-by, I held up a liquor store to get even, Shit, that's just the way things are around here. I guide the needle in, For a while it will numb my senses, Leaving me oblivious to the torment, Of my shitty everyday life. Fuck it! No one sees the pain inside.

J.B. Manning 2-Oct-03/11:56 AM
With a John Deer attachment for mowing down best buds?

Yaaaaaawn. Oh not another drive by?!

You should add a note that reads; "I want you all to know that I thought long and hard about what I was going to say in this poem and not having any real ability to communicate without my penis in my hand, I had to think up some over played excuse of sentiment in the hopes that someone might like my po-ems." while holding your little wee wee so you don't wet yourself from the excitement of it all.




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