Monday, 5 September 2011


                        Fuckereded all the way through.
                        Freshly plucked and drowned in poo.
                        Now Im just like you:
Small, sad and pallid,
                        Shutting my ears to loves’ ballad.
                        You’ve become what you hate
                        Your ideal is reprobate.
                        Can’t rape because its wrong,
                        But how else do I dance to loves’ song?

Give me all of this back.

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