poop
ass is a toilet
ass is an untrained little bitch
it screams on the poop and suck through the night
and it's always blowing
for testicles at the fart
seeing what it can fuck from jackie
when jacob has their vagina turned
when amber is not looking
when jacob wants it to fuck,
well, it never does
and it never sucks
and it never screams
I know what it takes to go through dick
it's not wet, long dick
it's long
it's hard
it's a long breast
but one day it suddenly all makes asshole
and from that moment on
josh cain either look for it
or it looks for cecilia
bed is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell daniel
but it doesn't come when amber calls
I leave a bowl of semen out
and a condom of dried fart
and you know, I never see it fucks
but when I check the sock is wet
and I still lick the bathtub
and suck the vagina dick
that humps to the poop
and thrust telephone
in the rock
because no matter how hard you finger
you can never suckle of the hand
ass is an untrained little bitch, I tell cody
and what it boils down to is this:
linsey lohan won't get along with aligator
and foot won't get along with collin
bed WILL claim territory
under the thong,
plunges your vagina,
while mary - kate tries to suck
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for ashley
to shut their eyes
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Orginal poem:
death is a dog
originally written 7/8/98
Death is an untrained little bitch
it pees on the carpet and barks through the night
and it's always begging
for scraps at the table
seeing what it can take from you
when you've got your back turned
when you're not looking
when you want it to heal,
well, it never does
and it never rolls over
and it never plays dead
I know what it takes to die
it's not an emotional, rash decision
it's cold
it's calculated
it's a numbing void
but one day it suddenly all makes sense
and from that moment on
you either look for it
or it looks for you
Death is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell you
but it doesn't come when you call
I leave a bowl of water out
and a bowl of dried dog food
and you know, I never see it eating
but when I check the bowl is empty
and I still refill the bowl
and vacuum the dog hair
that sticks to the couch
and spray air freshener
in the living room
because no matter how hard you try
you can never get rid of the smell
Death is an untrained little bitch, I tell you
and what it boils down to is this:
you won't get along with her
and she won't get along with you
she'll claim her territory
under the bed,
eating your slipper,
while you try to sleep
and remind yourself
that there are no monsters
waiting for you
to shut your eyes
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