A masterpiece of biting social commentary on the state of the public schooling system combined with a mature expression of lust from one person towards another.
This poem stank on ice, much like the rest of yours. I get the feeling that half the other juvenile delinquents here are friends of yours. PLEASE go back to school for a while and stop leaving these rat droppings here.
oh master.. i can feel the stiffness of your member telekineticly pulling up my shorts. you have a gift. sell it. package it . fuckyour schoolteacher. design cookies..oh master 10
What's this i see. dual chemistry. in two places at once. i put a piece of rye bread in my cupboard at the age of twelve. week later scraped the mold. made lsd. mold is ergot. parasite. st.anthony's fire. grows on rye during humid and hot springs and autumns. causes gangrene and loss of various body parts if not treated properly after fatal ingestion. you are fatal. but you will pass. they all pass.
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