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"Sexists"
That I felt like Morgan Freeman
When I kissed you last time we met
& you obeyed me whilst I played you;
My penis as hard as my strained guitar
Like I fine tuned the lanes of our love.
That you shunned me away like diva Madonna
When the old man raped her in a film I forgot
And she cried foul shouting, “you son of a bitch…”,
All naked, Posing & modeling your filthy anatomy;
All those haunted me for a while but then
I have moved on deleting whatever meaningless.
When I kissed you last time we met
& you obeyed me whilst I played you;
My penis as hard as my strained guitar
Like I fine tuned the lanes of our love.
That you shunned me away like diva Madonna
When the old man raped her in a film I forgot
And she cried foul shouting, “you son of a bitch…”,
All naked, Posing & modeling your filthy anatomy;
All those haunted me for a while but then
I have moved on deleting whatever meaningless.
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