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women's faces are closed
as if the sense
my desperation.
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I got
balls
the size of
Milwaukee |
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one
thing about problems
everyone's got 'em |
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wise
man say
fool much happier |
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I dreamed I wrote
a poem that changed
the world and made
the people sing
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I got
your
money back guarantee
swingin'
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life
is a witch's brew
equal parts pleasure and pain
like jerking off with a
broken arm |
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I
write each poem
as if it was
my last. |
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your
mom
sucks
a
mean
dick
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I like
the way boxers
embrace after a fight
as if the best way to know a man
is to beat him senseless. |
everybody suffers a little, one way or another. |
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we
wouldn't be writers
if we weren't miserable. |
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Stanky
her poor cunt
smelled like a
chinatown fishmarket |
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"what do you want?"
asked unto me
I answered "immortality" |
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No
Contest
Time,
if you will,
takes its time;
it has its way
with all of us. |
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we
will not see our loved ones
in heaven
when we die we will decay
in our graves like rotten meat.
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I have
a maid
and I'm ashamed;
She sees my
dirty underwear. |
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once
we were children
then the saddest thing happened
we grew up |
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who
would be so ruthless
as to tell the truth? |
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Social
interaction,
while desirable,
isn't actually necessary. |
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play
with my balls
you hot ticket!
motherfuck me. |
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when I
was a small boy
my mom put Desitin in my asshole
I love you mommy, thank you Desitin |
In New
York
nothing is quite
as good as
it is. |
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