Bounded
Arguably I\'m fated
in the augment
of your debate,
cinereal slate
no crease of
pearly gates,
my pith breaks
and quakes,
shook in a wave
of withered grace
no case for take,
a shout out
with my rocking cock
stout and doubled down
as my rot
stands proud,
waiting for grim
too ease my pang
stealing beams
from a sun
whose scars drip
acerbic rain.
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Hibbidy Hoo Ha La Raza
Don\'t come at me son,
with your fake ass allegories
your tombstone skeezer
schematic semantics,
I\'m a recycled lie
same as you
a cum drop spewed
from a fiery cootch,
does that encapsulate you?
With your shepherd paradox
laced with back burner
psilocybin giggles,
I\'m a monolith a self-righteous
archaic didactic assassin,
I ingest saints and defecate
hermaphroditic newborns,
lysergic drip singeing away
the neurotic pre-cum twinkle of you,
just another mayate
from the inside of the tracks,
skipping along zip-pity do-dah
with your Bebe\'s kids,
stealing your ancestors
golden screams raping
their lost dreams,
a loose lipped paradigm
the scarlet charlatan
make all these heifers
scream Papi can I cum again,
ask your mother my son,
I\'m a sincere sadist
with a slanted vigilante
vexation complex,
put me in the back of the class
bet I nutt first on your lips,
do you get the gist
my derelict short bus riding
helicopter-hat wearing
physicist?
the unsung sprung
upper echelon
polygon
psionic
grandiose
rubicon Python,
that\'s before I unzip. Beeyotch
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What The Fudge?????
Buck Buck....
what I\'m gonna hit ya with
ya motherfuckers better duck
I leave bloodstains that drain
from holes in your inner frame,
swiss cheese in utero discrepancy
malignant sabbatical tossing salads
of prime movers ordained rectum suitor,
in between cheeks I weave
hedonistic indigenous reprieves
cum my paragon strumpet
blow on my trumpet,
till sweet ahhhhh\'s
stifle hermaphroditic
mimosa sipping inquisitors
virtuosity ventriloquists,
spit and split gripping ribs
restitching sinew charades
as shinobi psychosis slithers
compressing your coccyx
invading your sacrum,
filling you with acerbic djinn\'s
sure shot given you all my lot that I got
now bow down and feast on my phallus
as a phalanx brigade kneels
catching wounded blastulas
released from my rising
terraqueous sacellum.
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3),WhisperingQuill.