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The Dutch Bourgeois

He gets too
damn focused
on future events;

you can go right off

the deep end

with those.

The Dutch Bourgeois.

He doesn’t even know
what a Hell’s
Angel
looks like.

Oh!

Oh!

That’s the kinda man
I’d settle down
with

and just raw dog it.

-06.12.17

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Gardener

I want
you
to deflower
my thirteen year old niece.
She doesn’t have a big place, there isn’t
room for a garden.

She ralphed
on a raccoon; what else is there to say?
I’m trying, but
you
could be a little more
understanding.

-06.10.17

 

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Your Majesty

I just think of myself as royalty.

She chased me and said she wanted to stay with me;
I got really aggro,
just bashing her head in. Over and over.

This is how you use the internet.