Pres. Penis and His Bag of Tricks, by Sandwich Massacre
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deep deep red deep
sweet bright fake
don't laugh mr. half-staff
this world is not your place
rich body doomed body
10 inches of: you wish
100 gods in your wallet toy
you’ve still got an empty dish
be proud of the greened-up vomit spewing from your mouth
your words the turds the rejected intoxication lost in your
broken-
happy waste leg brace the extent of your accomplishments
look around burned the town the annihilation of your
subconscious
pretty pretty girls pretty
sweet bright fake
attracted to you super glued
subservient holler mistake
fad hobby bad hobby
10 inches of disease
hard fit won’t admit
a lie for your appease
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Posted: 2005-11-10 21:48:33 UTC |
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2005-11-17 23:17:49 | Amy Mc |
sounds like a male pig poem. but yeah i liked it and the rhyming was good. hehe
are you male or female that way i can understand your poetry better. |