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Blumkins for Breakfast
Behold this shit sandwich
Rise and fuckin’ shine
Sipping my morning java
At business time
I can multitask, sweet baby
And I’m not a patient man
I demand my satisfaction
When I’m sitting on the can
Come hither lips that will not wait
To hear a flushing sound
This love cannot (WILL NOT!) be contained
Like your septic system underground
You’ve got me coming and going, girl
Was it just as good for you
I’ll see you this afternoon
‘Round lunchtime for round two
Rise and fuckin’ shine
Sipping my morning java
At business time
I can multitask, sweet baby
And I’m not a patient man
I demand my satisfaction
When I’m sitting on the can
Come hither lips that will not wait
To hear a flushing sound
This love cannot (WILL NOT!) be contained
Like your septic system underground
You’ve got me coming and going, girl
Was it just as good for you
I’ll see you this afternoon
‘Round lunchtime for round two
Published 17th Jul 2020
Author's Note
Love is a strange business
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