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By Bacardi Date: 2002 Jan 28 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.28.18.44.19114]] |
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aged in innocence with drivel to speak society as a whole heh fancy words left for the meek, pen pushing geeks got your society right here as i grab my balls society is a term that fits whole populations not the prey i seek, this as i walk a lonely street ah miss society, with the blush an the blue hair in latest fad, dress so fancy just a tad oops made your mistake met my eyes an they hold you still waiting for me to speak look deep, find what you need these windows to a soul i hold my hand out as if to shake an by reaction this you take so i turn it palm upward stroke your heart line shake my head...... sigh i still without words yet like a cat with a new string your curiosity is piqued i lift your hand as if to look deeper bush dry lips center of palm open my eyes again for you to see an never you do see this animal lurking for thee society can kiss my balls took me years to get used to i an now its societies turn to get used to me... |