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A poem composed at 1:30 in the morning

By: Jamkin on Sep 21st, 2013  |  syntax: None  |  size: 1.01 KB  |  hits: 41  |  expires: Never
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  1. >Pinkie was so sweet and kind.
  2. >But to a man's needs, seemed unreasonably blind.
  3. >So one dark night, as from work she walked back.
  4. >You knocked her the fuck out, and on her head placed a sack.
  5. >You tied her up good, two knots to the limb.
  6. >And exchanged the sack for a blindfold, just on a whim.
  7. >Well, you took her somewhere private, alone, you two.
  8. >Then forced her to deepthroat, 'til she turned blue.
  9. >By then, she was awake, (though a little too late).
  10. >And her hair lengthened out, went very straight.
  11. >Much like your painus, which you put in her vagoo.
  12. >And thrust back and forth, until it it's load blew.
  13. >Her tears start to stop, her sobs quiet down.
  14. >But they renew when you slip into her anus, and there go to town!
  15. >When you finish again, she continues to weep.
  16. >So you untie her, and leave her to sleep.
  17. >You tell her that for a virgin, she was fine.
  18. >But the moment you turn, she stabs you in the spine.
  19. >You fall to the ground, the bride-price you've paid.
  20. >And your final thought? "At least I got laid!"