| Not really a gift As much as a token Smiling, Laughing at the jokes "What do they mean" I'm sure you were thinking But you laughed anyways We know you're an idiot But with your tongue And hers For your fifteen minutes We forget Twisting together Symbiotic fuck muscles Heads buried in crotch Like Jaques Costeau Coming up for air, so do you Cunt-dew dripping from your nose Your panties are lost You don't care What a great way To make you stop talking |
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