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#5 |
White Earl
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Stiff as a board, its hard to get those ligaments warm
Her crotch is a forest, housing every wasp as it swarms She stands tall, a monster, been raped, but not with a dick Axe to her head, for baseball bats and popsickle sticks Just stop with the shit, for every homes built from her bones Lumber jacks tear'r down, drive 12 penny nails thru her soul Her knobby legs bowed, as shes left with knotts in her flesh Knocked to the floor and walked accross, the hobbies of men Probably bent, yet and still, there she lyes, just as beautiful now As she was in the wild, before we all put our boots to her mouth Just imagjne her roots, a family tree, strong, passionate, sweet Growing smaller & smaller, until shes forced to crash in the street How sultry we act, taken for granted, by the saw or an axe Teeth tear ino flesh, burning bridges, im uphauled by the act
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-A.bove T.he R.est |
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