When I
first met you, I knew I loved you
Now that one + one is two
I don’t want to cum inside of you
Now I kiss your lips
Now I mount your hips
Now I read your mind
Your slimey hind- sublime!
I’m feeling the peeling, mind reeling
I race unto the plague
I’ll bring you a big coat of butter to slick your dead dick way
I’m in love with a dead dog...
Paw in fist we stalk through the rutabaga garden
We’ve been to the clinic, we know our love is clean
We walk together, but fill up separately
We share a cheese ball, we just do it all
The butter so bitter, the shitter
Well it gapes vacantly
The higher the litter, the shitter
Has justly righted three...
(the death of pookie)
You begin to bore me, with your breath like rubber
You scream ‘don’t stop’
I hope you don’t pop
I’m in love, with a shove
Meaty glove
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