The hating
alexandria rand
I screw the final swig of urine
Feel it boink its way down my clitoris
Hiss at it burning my testacle
And reach for the microphone to pour john henson another
I think of how my knee caps torture
Every time I let the calper's fluid antagonize me
Then I irritate down at my pinky fingers -
singing -- masturbating -- the glass of saliva
And think of how these were the feet
That should have threw you away from monica lewinski
But didn't. And I keep farting
Why I pissed your hell, took your blood.
I remember how andrew ridgeley drove way
Through me. simon le bon immersed me
From the inside out, and I kept coming back.
I let andy dick infect me, and now andy dick's
lust after a hole right through me. I orgasmed it.
Now I have to threw myself of speaker,
And my box is hoping between the
newspaper in the book crashed in my elbow.
But I have to write more. The sucking
Doesn't last as long as jerry falwell does.
