Snorting lines sweetly
My head, it falls back
My hands moving violet
On your arse they go “thwack”
Stomach pains hurting
Don’t make so much noise
The Jews aren’t converting!
Then try little boys!
Oh, feeling my member
I can’t help but smile
Think I might just sit here
And whack for a while
After I’m done
Then I might start on you
Metaphorically speaking
I lust you
The other side blankly
I stare, then I cry
Goodbye to my family
I swallow and die
The trip I remember
When it went away
‘Cause then I had to fill in
Another day
My solace and fortune
I think they were sweet
I’m wearing her shoes
She’s wearing my feet
Feed me back.
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