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Pussy for the Weekend

Put out that cat
he's dying for a fuck again
and wont be coming home
(at least three days this time)

Look at him go
popcorn outta the burning pan
freedom bursting over garden fences
free regular meals
in three homes
plus there's always a chance to sneak in
on some new cutie
with no getting busted for bigamy
checkouts or chip and pin.
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Makes me so restless
watching him
feels like
the last drops of ketchup
got stuck
at the bottom of this bottle
and you know
turning the world
upside down
won't always do it
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But if you squeeze the plastic
just so
right there
you might catch a squirt or two
spurting between your eyes
if you ain't careful
and then
that howling sound
racing through
cracks and corners
when all those
shaking rosebuds
get invaded.
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Please wait,�
while I find my
special
deep down and dirty
smile
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And won't you stroke me
now that pussy's gone
for the weekend?