Cluckers

I see your sickness  
cloaked in that facade  
of your simper cold and withered,
 
asphyxiate on my phallus  
that's all you need 8x3  
poking the malignancy  
in the back of your throat  
complacently
restructuring that  
chemical imbalance correctly,  
 
disgusting I be you say in front  
of other disdainful chicken-heads
yet my seed you crave like lotion
you put on your face everyday,  
 
you know it has foreskin  
supplemented within  
chimpanzee testicles  
damn your nothing but a  
exterior cum receptacle,  
 
extracurricular in the backseat  
between your ass cheeks  
I'll push your shit in  
delightfully spitefully grinning,  
 
shutter in pain  
you diabolic whore
catalyst of vengeful fits  
it'll take you two weeks to shit  
sweet pancakes snow capped  
with semen still screaming,
 
no I won't give you that  
cream pie surprise
I'll just dirty sanchez you  
let it sit bitch till sunrise.
 
 
Venting

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