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What's for Dinner??

 
If it's meat...
I wanna fuck

I can go forever
on a tomahawk steak
and not stop
to pick my teeth
once

If it's meat
be sure and call in
sick tomorrow
'cos you're gonna be
redder than a steer's hide
and sorer than hell
by the a.m.

When the sun comes up
those big round eyes
and your dainty little
gimee-gimee more mouth
gonna scream down the skies
begging all the gods
for mercy

If it's meat...
I'll have you
butt lashed and broken
by the midnight hour
but the meat wont stop

Even when you're hogtied
and gagged with your panties
to preserve neighborly relations
the meat wilds my blood
Grinding boner to bone
until I fall asleep
on the job
bashing the shit
out your poozy woozy

Well, it was your idea
to barbecue, lover
so sizzle a while
on this
Written by Abracadabra
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