……Poppy’s store is Coco Cabana, it’s where I met Anna, she had a cat name Blisters, with white whiskers; a bulge between her two pockets, a clothing-line called socket, some haters tried to stop it, cause her hands was too big and she loved them Alec Bradley’s; sadly, these goons, madly gunned her down, all cause she had some Y chromosomes and big bones. Came out of jail with black fingernails and under a spell, do tell, I heard he fell and came up a she, with no plea sipping tea, talking bout what she’ll do for the dee. Neighbors would go crazy and storm pass the pedophile on file, and the bodies under his tile, and the fact he missed trial, and the wanted posters saying give the police a dial; to get to Anna’s door with everything but torches and pitchforks, as if she was Frankenstein’s child.

  • Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 5th, 2023 05:46
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