Poor poetry composed on the spur of the moment
Intended to relieve my feelings.
Silly songs written at the height of my musings
Requiring no pressures of thinking.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Poetic Justice
I once had a boyfriend, a dick, Who offered to show me a trick. A pencil, a breast, A saggy breast test! That pencil wound straight up his prick.
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