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You maybe want to have a baby.
Now or later?
Where is our waiter?
Do you want to date her?
Or just rape her?
You want to wed?
But you don't bring home the bread.
Your family is not dead.
Is it strange to be deranged?
You can feel the pain.
Get cold in the rain.
Have no brain.
Get lost on a train.
Leave on a plane.
Flush your life down the drain.
From violence you refrain.
You need to be restrained.
No one on the block
knew you raped me with your c*ck.
Gagged me with a sock.
Had me under keyv& lock.
My anger you mock.
My face you knocked.
Your face pocked.
Because you were never arrested.
My sanity tested.
You may me a slave.
Go to Hell in Your Grave.
My virginity wasn't saved.
"Mommy" didn't even know from how you behaved.
You kill the neighbors dog.
You will be judged by God.
If someone would have saw through the window they would have said "bingo".
Harmony, astronomy, lobotomy, apology
And part of me.
Cathology, photography, & geography.
A serpent is not perfect.
They have to work it.
To cause sin.
It's a real thing.
They have to shop.
To adopt.
Sinners to join.
The messenger makes them a member.
A bad club hangs out at the night pub.
They want me naked in the tub.
Somebody that could rub.
And scrub
in the mud.
Nudity to you make you h*rny.
Sinful pleasure is not a kind gesture.
Is it a strippers fate
To get gang raped?
To tease the populated sleaze.
With such ease.
You don't even have to say "please".
You just dance & get on your knees.
Take a picture to frame & freeze.
How desperate is that? "Jeez"!
Do you want some crackers and cheese?

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