while making rounds of bars
I’s looking for some fun.
Her skin was bad, pimples galore
fat legs and hips, a small moustache,
she ain’t no teacher and no whore
there was an angry ruby rash.
I did not care, she was so slow,
and I was fast, a catch-up need,
there was an urgent, liquid flow
just biological (and wasted) seed.
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