Small Mind Thoughts

I’m alone in a vast world

Thinking thoughts of small minds

Of dry butt cracks of lazy whores

And thrills of wading in swamps

Of yesterday’s mascara stains

And lust-drenched bedsheets

Her young flesh glistened under the light

She was so hot; my weed caught fire

The pie bulged between her thighs

The weed bubbled in my head

Damn, her pie threw a bubble!

She’s torn.

She asks for a stitch-up

And the juices oozed through her godly crevice

Lord of needles,

We have a job!

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