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Street Prostitute: Dark Angel (Free verse) by Don-Quixote
[heres my street poet slammin, enjoy it]
Toke my snake!
Yes, drag on that flesh cigar
untill you get your fill.
Sqeeze that big twinky
till the cream oozes out
into your mouth.
Enjoy the sweet taste,
don't let it goto waste
by letting it dribble off
from your lips.
And after you have sucked
every last drop of my venom,
you will enjoy a pat on the head
as I drop a quarter to the floor
and walk out the door.
The last sound you will hear,
before that wooden barrier closes,
is me thanking you
for nothing.
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