Title:           A poem composed at 1:30 in the morning
Author:          Jamkin
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/UDfy9gTh
First Edit:      Saturday 21st of September 2013 12:38:33 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 21st of September 2013 12:38:33 AM CDT

>Pinkie was so sweet and kind.
>But to a man's needs, seemed unreasonably blind.
>So one dark night, as from work she walked back.
>You knocked her the fuck out, and on her head placed a sack.
>You tied her up good, two knots to the limb.
>And exchanged the sack for a blindfold, just on a whim.
>Well, you took her somewhere private, alone, you two.
>Then forced her to deepthroat, 'til she turned blue.
>By then, she was awake, (though a little too late).
>And her hair lengthened out, went very straight.
>Much like your painus, which you put in her vagoo.
>And thrust back and forth, until it it's load blew.
>Her tears start to stop, her sobs quiet down.
>But they renew when you slip into her anus, and there go to town!
>When you finish again, she continues to weep.
>So you untie her, and leave her to sleep.
>You tell her that for a virgin, she was fine.
>But the moment you turn, she stabs you in the spine.
>You fall to the ground, the bride-price you've paid.
>And your final thought? "At least I got laid!"