……Boom, bap, pap, then dragged into a corner, he’s a goner, now throw his body in a sauna, take his wallet, look here’s a ballet, a rubber for his phallic, a phone, don’t dial it; how expensive is his shoes, don’t snooze, this game got rules, that chain is wicked, rinse it off in the spigot, that watch looks polished, look at his shirt, he’s in college, his car got low mileage, I staked ‘em out, so I deserve first dibs, I was doing this when you was still in bibs and sleeping in cribs, but I’ma tell ya like this, young buck; you get one item, now what’s up. If only I could have his wisdom, my life wouldn’t be so damn abysmal, living like that gremlin named Gizmo, bad enough our black asses are out here in Frisco.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 25th, 2023 01:00
- Category: Unclassified
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