Pres. Penis and His Bag of Tricks

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By Sandwich Massacre •

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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November 17, 2005 23:17Amy 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.

November 19, 2005 15:14Sandwich Massacre

female. it should say it in my bio thing.