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A poem about Girly and Boy. |
Oh my, well.. Girly did not comprehend that this is how it was to be. With this bullshit infecting she. Within this giant scope to see They are not in it and all scatter and flee. But Boy, he knew And other Boy did too Because Boy and Boy make one pure joy.. And it's better together when under the weather Because two making you feel better makes us wetter and wetter. You see, Girly confused in whirl winds of refuge, Was blinded when the two by four flung right off the kitchen door And knocked her on the floor, that whore. And Boy raped her raped her raped her (Metaphorically speaking, that is). He had no penis, you see. In a vegetable state, she could date And he'd put her in positions as he'd masterbate.. And come on her clothes and come in her hair Which he never cleaned out because he didn't care He was too bare. He was too bare. As she started waking, the room started shaking. The earth began quaking and then it stopped. And Girly's eye were bright and wide, he'd figure he'd Wither inside a secret passage way and hide And begin to decay Because of guilt and hate and lustful words And lies and lies and bullshit hurls. AND VOMIT AND VOMIT In the shape of a comet. It hit Girly in the face and she cried in disgrace and she died in the place Where she was stuck when he came But in and out she was the same And she's to blame for the lack of game That she had in her life so lame. So she struggled to live because of the trust that she'd give. And so she's locked in a room so dirty and small Girly hears Boy somewhere in the hall And no matter how hard Girly would scream and shout That no good fucker still won't come out. |