The eight year, formally educated student, loaded up his heavy metal to glow down a spectacular pound and to create a clown town watch.
I wander next to the mountain of a hunk; a hunk without feeling a belly trunk.
Lady's and gentlemen, bring up your souls, I'm here to give you a cord; my cord will hold you safe in the doomsday town. Wicked as they come, wicked as they know, you can die before you feel a spank.
They know a scorn when it's heard, but they prefer to touch on "scene porn."
I'm watching "lady's" making babies taking the heavy metal to stop the pedal.
I'm watching "lady's making babies washing the light of a bright wonder; leaving a dark colored shadow with no saddle.
I'm just an innocent tongue, you scalpelled my cry. Why?
Written by: Patrick James Quaker
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