VI, by Sumit Singh Subscribe to rss feed for Sumit Singh

brothel of disguise
 brothel of disguise
brothel of disguise
 brothel of disguise
who took your fries
 you brought from africa
all you gentlemen, you blokes, you guys

witness you cock, disintegrating
 see your talkful soul, always fainting
look at your physical needs
 always pretending
three billion pullers
 do i, or am i caring

play the way
 they say
is the way
 along the bay
and blue mountain
 anyway, anyday
and you know
 you don't care
to beware
 yourself, the way
to make sure
 what is happiness
i fuck dare
Posted: 2005-10-06 10:02:04 UTC

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