Jen, go get your fucking shit
This fucking painting shitbox
Toolbox zagzig mummy play
Open your eyes Jen, sex is saying something!
“Gasping porno pirates no longer anemic!”
“Grabs nine inch diesel prices
And you thought earths mattered
My family perished in a U-boat
I wrote a memoir about figs, and their slavery
The other fruits recall childhoods with you, Jen
So get your fucking shit, childhood slave Jen!
Master slave stool time. Grasp
Into your peachy imaginative goose
Laying those plastic dong rifle experts
Shooting a gun makes me cry
I’m crying when this shit is left behind, cheese
This whole room stinks of figs and amistad
Your watercolors dry the fuck, mummy skin? Toilet
Papering little bastard sex says something!
No comments:
Post a Comment