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Spank Bank

I�m a slave to 3 stanzas
It�s like the 1st stanza
Is me touching my wiener
The 2nd me stroking it
Then the receptionist
Starts staring and asks,
�Are you cumming or going?�
And you know I have to finish

So I close my eyes
Walk down the hall
Losing steam still stoking
Ambling towards the cum-shot
Make it to the counter
Eyes dart to the bottom right
Corner office tell�er marks my bills
Counterfeit
�You�ll have to use your imagination�

Pornography robs me
Sticks a phone in my hand
Incessant videos shaming
My search engine
Green Backs
Blue Balls
Yellow Belly
In the light of my darkness
I wish I could retract
Those wishy washy lines
Blurred by the 3rd sticky substanza

11/10/18