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Stiff Mystery
My peepee is hard,
Tis a curse from the bard.
I awake mourning,
My peepee is soaring.
I took viagra,
It worsened my asthma.
My peepee is still hard,
I awake,
I listen to Drake
All while my peepee is still hard.
The royal guard,
A glass shard
Neither could be as hard.
My peepee is stiff,
I might jump off a cliff.
All this because my peepee is hard.
I go to school,
I go to the pool.
My peepee is hard while I sit on the stool,
All this makes me look like a fool.
All this suffering,
All this buffering.
All because my peepee is hard.
Tis a curse from the bard.
I awake mourning,
My peepee is soaring.
I took viagra,
It worsened my asthma.
My peepee is still hard,
I awake,
I listen to Drake
All while my peepee is still hard.
The royal guard,
A glass shard
Neither could be as hard.
My peepee is stiff,
I might jump off a cliff.
All this because my peepee is hard.
I go to school,
I go to the pool.
My peepee is hard while I sit on the stool,
All this makes me look like a fool.
All this suffering,
All this buffering.
All because my peepee is hard.
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