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F***'em All

[Consequences of 3D Gun Printing]

My great big 3D printer came today
Filled it with chemicals for to spray
Eat your heart n soul out
Here is where babes now come from

This machine just sprayed and sprayed
I knelt down to this new god and prayed
That my new Doll would be like heaven
And would have anywhere to put it in

I waited an hour or so with baited breath
Would she be so good as to be my death?
Out she came perfect in every holey way
Even with brain and heater, hot, no dismay

Emulating machine most costly and dear
I played and sprayed until Valhalla was near
Exhausted, lay back in a coma or very close
Just hearing her brain stuck in a loop loose

Take me, screw, harder, I need more of thee!
I did again, and again, seven ways sideways
Six ways x sixty nine I was so tired and worn
She didnít let up, not even listless or yawn

I couldnít take this perpetual erotica any more
Got to the 3D spraying machine and its draw
Found instructions for a 3D machine rifle/gun
Paid and sprayed as fast as 3D printer would go

Out came the assault rifle with ammo, safety off
I sprayed sexy erotic bitch, until her head fell off
That was some thrill, better than gratuitous síext
Mom, Dad, Sister, Brother, Teacher, who is next??
Written by SuiGen (Terry)
Published | Edited 31st Mar 2017
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