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Italian Ghosts
After the battle The Italian doctors Rubbed pasta and pesto poultices Into the wounded soldiers It smelled like a roast Years afterwards, they’re heard as yearning ghosts Or pot-throwing poltergeists.
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GASGUZZLER
I never run out of stamina I rip flesh, Legend of Shamana Sorry I left semen in your mama We had a dirty semana She ate me like a piranha I honoured her, only slothfully Honestly for fifty five she’s some moth Nice, clean slot like casino just got mopped If he gets caught Your…
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HANDOUTS
No mics no peas but plenty black eyes Every time I swipe, bear at salmon style Every time I try I backslide End up several steps back Or upon my backside On the flipside I didn’t die Must be getting stronger Finished off my third cow pie Can feel my dick getting longer Didn’t even…
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Old enough
If you’re old enough to read the Beano You’re old enough to sit at table eating Grab a plate and a glass of vino Hold it aloft for a toast Too often you were with people older The host smiles, how you’ve grown Too young for the world on your shoulder Too young for this…
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Bag of Cans
Big bag of cans from Centra, toot off a jig jag chains jangling, good laugh Asked a fat bird to sit in my lap and almost got flattened, man patty We’re chatting, acting natural being crafty, nursing a craft beer The action comes after, I cum fuck what happens after Red handprints on her ass…
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