Nose When To Stay Away
Smelly black workout pants turn em' all away,
You'll say "I'll wash em' another day,
Believing that your body is toned,
Looking for souls you'd like to see boned,
Avoiding eye contact will do you no wrong,
Hey, you make an excuse that you might see a thong,
Feeling the urges of the male gender,
And being regarded as a sex offender,
It sucks, damn it!, it sucks hairy cock,
But I pay no attention I just look at the clock,
Mesmerized as the clock hands pass three,
And I wonder how sad it must be,
The clock's hands go 'round day after day,
No penus or clit to rub to pass time away,
I then know I've been given much luckier fate,
I have porn, and ways to help masturbate,
So I stick my tongue out to all in the room,
As this helps alleviate my gloom,
But then a saucer glances with her magnetic eyes,
And turns around to show off her thighs,
She's won a quick victory, and feels so adored,
My soul's over a cliff without a bungee cord,
I die, but I don't, I die, but I don't, I die, but
I don't, I die, but I don't, I die, but I don't,
I die, but I don't, I die, but I don't, I die, but
I don't, I die, but I don't, I die, but I don't,
I die, but I don't, I die, but I don't, I cry, and
I do.
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