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Bad End
Bad End
"Bored to death tending to my yard when she came along.
Shaking her money-maker and rocking her thong.
The girl you never invite home to meet mom and dad.
Filled to the brim with both nasty and bad!
My best friend told me not to go.
But she was fondling my balls and
there was a wad I wanted to blow!
She moved and smiled as if she was a dangerous animal uncaged.
Simultaneously seemed a little older and a little under-aged.
Took me to an abandoned mansion.
Grinded her ass against my crotch promising
some action!
Kissed me then slipped a sharp instrument under my skin.
The whole damn room started to spin!
They found my body one week later.
Reported in by a frightened urban explorer
home invader.
All the things and all the people I gave up in pursuit of lust.
Now my ghost wanders here with the creaky furniture and all this dust!
There's no internet connection and no TV.
Don't know if God still acknowledges me.
Just the typical tale of very bad choices.
And now I join with the choir of lost other-worldly voices."
"Bored to death tending to my yard when she came along.
Shaking her money-maker and rocking her thong.
The girl you never invite home to meet mom and dad.
Filled to the brim with both nasty and bad!
My best friend told me not to go.
But she was fondling my balls and
there was a wad I wanted to blow!
She moved and smiled as if she was a dangerous animal uncaged.
Simultaneously seemed a little older and a little under-aged.
Took me to an abandoned mansion.
Grinded her ass against my crotch promising
some action!
Kissed me then slipped a sharp instrument under my skin.
The whole damn room started to spin!
They found my body one week later.
Reported in by a frightened urban explorer
home invader.
All the things and all the people I gave up in pursuit of lust.
Now my ghost wanders here with the creaky furniture and all this dust!
There's no internet connection and no TV.
Don't know if God still acknowledges me.
Just the typical tale of very bad choices.
And now I join with the choir of lost other-worldly voices."
Published 20th Aug 2024
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