A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Wet and forcefully bent
The nurse can see you now
Fuck yeah i'm gonna do it!
Is the light good for you?
Come on, consult me
Make me feel primitive
You have your prioritits
I will take it all in
No repenting for whores
You get control and any whole
You bend the rules and they bend you
By the end you will forget your name
This is all i think about, doc
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