11.12.02 - 11:20 pm

this is what happens when i run out of things to whine about:

fathers tuck your daughters to sleep

kiss them on the forehead pull up the sheets

turn off the lights and close the door

you have no idea what hes got in store

out of the darkness our hero doth claim

the maiden of virginity to ravage and maim

a flex of a muscle

a smile and thrust

a heart made of soap

and the hymen he wears around his waist

the melodies of queef tucked to his pockets

he has everything to lose

and nothing to gain

he is.....the brain.

sleeping in lust for days

he would clench his teeth shave

his chest with

toe to toe,

eye to eye,

penis to penis,im leaving