Listo H. Bedlam's Journal

"If you thought you fucked before, get ready."
- For what?
"Now I got my pants down, bitch. I'm putting the candle stick and spikes away."
- Shit. This time it's real.

Bitch Cow:
I rub my toes
upon your nose
and slide on butter
when it grows
I do not stutter
Nor do I shudder
I simply spray milk
from my udder

then again

Geriatric Love (In Three Parts)
My face is limp from your drooping breasts
They've slapped me about with a violent caress
Now, I tell you, I must confess
I've no time for sex, I need to rest

Your ovaries frightened me last night
They crawled out your ass
and we had a fight
Now, I beg you, noble lass
Cage up your rage
And sew up your ass.

Your evil clit began to split
And you stuck to where you sit
And from the folds of your most lower lip
Began an ooze I would not sip
Most certainly I would not dip
For fear that you would indeed rip
Like pirate sails torn from the tip.

I need a fuckin drink.

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