[align=center]Melissa, I would love you
mine would, I would
if I dared to disobey
my manhood,
could would should
is grafitti on the wall
is the junkie in the toilet stall
is the braying of old women.
He says "go forth and seek"
"seek what?", I cry,
"juicy cunt" whispers he.
"Its all my fault, I'm so sorry babe"
Melissa yells: (with smouldering eyes)
"Fuck off or I'll call the cops".
I damn Christ, I sing from
cherry-pickers, take cold showers,
and send flowers via e-mail.
(Its not my fault,
and no truer words are spoken)
My cock.
-------------------------------------------------------It has me by a leash---------------------------------------------------
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