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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.

?-Dave_Mysterious-? 6-Oct-03/5:10 AM
I am about 5000 times more articulate than you. Quite what my penis, which you seem to have developed some fascination with, has to do with my skill at poetry, I'm not really sure. And it was a '57 Coupe Deville. With a Corby trouser press attachment.




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