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Locker room rules (shut the fuckin door)
His genitals tucked out of view,
slowly his hand reached his hip,
they were all sure that they knew,
leaning in he puckered his lips.
Slowly his hand reached his hip,
they were all sure that they knew,
leaning in he puckered his lips,
the boys formed an orderly queue.
They were all sure that they knew,
leaning in he puckered his lips,
the boys formed an orderly queue,
he spun not feeling the kicks.
Leaning in he puckered his lips,
the boys formed an orderly queue,
he spun not feeling the kicks,
took turns to batter and bruise.
The boys formed an orderly queue,
he spun not feeling the kicks,
took turns to batter and bruise,
special needs didn't exist.
slowly his hand reached his hip,
they were all sure that they knew,
leaning in he puckered his lips.
Slowly his hand reached his hip,
they were all sure that they knew,
leaning in he puckered his lips,
the boys formed an orderly queue.
They were all sure that they knew,
leaning in he puckered his lips,
the boys formed an orderly queue,
he spun not feeling the kicks.
Leaning in he puckered his lips,
the boys formed an orderly queue,
he spun not feeling the kicks,
took turns to batter and bruise.
The boys formed an orderly queue,
he spun not feeling the kicks,
took turns to batter and bruise,
special needs didn't exist.
Published 3rd Dec 2019
Author's Note
Social experimentation
with "fuck off soft lad" integration,
children that didn't understand
the frailty they held in their hands;
shut the fucking door
left fetal on the floor.
with "fuck off soft lad" integration,
children that didn't understand
the frailty they held in their hands;
shut the fucking door
left fetal on the floor.
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