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Let The Battle Cunt In You...

Isn't it refreshing
to beat ones head against the wall
while manipulating the attack
(if for nothing more than to hear
the random colorization of voices
and rolling decay of echo choices)?
Though forced art is often blatant
and regularly notes itself in being flat,
flatulence gives succor,
and one tends to lose the urge
to shit in ones pants...
Plus, to call off ten notes backward
is easy when again, essentially
every note in the stall is B-flat.
So what if we return it
through the sending end?
Receiving may be offended,
but at least I'm wearing an ass-hat.
Anyway, you are a friend,
so thanks a pungent, Kit E. Cat,
for the gift of heart and
toilet time to interact.
In retrospect, I can't wait
to get my bidet back.
P.S. The irony is meant,
since in this dedicated hour spent,
I've really really really... had to shit.
Written by arortiz73 (MTP)
Author's Note
Inspired by SKC
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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