jessica
jessica is a ryan


jessica is an untrained little bitch
it My hary ass hole on the rheanna and love through the night
and it's always farting shit every where
for fat ass bob at the toilet
seeing what it can jumping on my cat from tinkerbell
when poly osa shingles has their ta tas turned
when horha the penis is not looking

when bolliyshatiti wants it to nose picking to my cat,
well, it never does
and it never shiting on the big pot
and it never peeing out side

I know what it takes to go through billy bo willy
it's not fartidly, happily my boody cow
it's sadly
it's endedly
it's a hairly up my ass
but one day it suddenly all makes fary dick
and from that moment on
jessicas ass either look for it
or it looks for ryans hairy tatas

shans hairy balls is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell rheannas nipples
but it doesn't come when fat ass dog calls

I leave a bowl of dieria out
and a ass hole of dried poop in a jar
and you know, I never see it jack ass
but when I check the nose is shitiy

and I still i shit to much the ear

and fart way to much the sucking on my tatas my hairy clit
that montyana to the walmart
and jackingoff dollarjinerl
in the hooters
because no matter how hard you blowing my ass checks
you can never giving a bj of the sucking on my ass cheaks

jessica is an untrained little bitch, I tell the down stairs poo
and what it boils down to is this:
billy bo willy won't get along with my extra hairy thing
and coke can won't get along with puusy

ass liklasdgjiopuy WILL claim territory
under the puking on my cat,
fart mask your shiting on a grass hoper,
while bam magera tries to kissing my cats ass
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for jessicas hairy toe
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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