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A Tribute to 'Purple-Rain Poisoning.' (Helping TheAssistant)

{Helping TheAssistant with A Tribute to 'Purple-Rain Poisoning.'}


Let me sit back for this one
and inhale my tar covered cigarette,
it's going to be pretty watching you crumble
like this cheap biscuit into this cheap tea.  
Custard creams, you know, I used to like those.
Now I like 'Sports', why don't you make a name out of that?
You cheap imitation of love.  
 
It was all very comfortable for you when you were bought
and paid for like a prostitute for greed. No more, no less.
You always were a little obsessive, weren't you?  
While I am the Moon, you are no Wolverine,
you don't even look like him,  
so tell me where that spew came from? You're delusional.  
 
Kudos darlin'! Oh and by the way, I did warn you -
I fake all my orgasms. Over and out.
Now fuck off, you non-wanker,
you dirty smoker,
you cheap imitation of love.
 
Oh, and while we're at it I hope you choked, you know -  
on those tablets,
I hope it hurt not seeing me there.
I hope you felt sick,
I hope you felt frightened.
Pest.

Everyday with you
was like becoming
a sixty year old
woman with an adolescent
boy still wanting to be
tit-fed.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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