Panda sex with Charles Bukowski
Is a pillow a disciplinary form of some metaphor?Any way I'm the one who's quite dead nowso please you wear the mask.
I have two to hide my head under?Mumbling in her nasty girl hole some come calling sleep.It was not long, after that, it became even longer.Rolling over the moon and I found the arrow.It rattled yet but still I found it broke.And I hummed a song, from first to end,I found it for the second time in the center of the friend.
It was virus that did the deed
but not the one I thought would be.
1 comment:
Damn, Trooper, how do you do that?
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