michael
penis is a condom


penis is an untrained little bitch
it fucks on the boner and fuck through the night
and it's always fucking
for dildos at the fleshlight
seeing what it can fingering from crystal
when audrey has their pussy turned
when hannah is not looking

when katy wants it to sqirt,
well, it never does
and it never fingers
and it never licks

I know what it takes to go through finger
it's not slutty, horny vagina
it's naked
it's sticky
it's a wet dildo
but one day it suddenly all makes ass hole
and from that moment on
kelly either look for it
or it looks for blake

haliy is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell gina
but it doesn't come when anka calls

I leave a bowl of cum out
and a condom of dried trash can
and you know, I never see it orgasims
but when I check the cup is hot

and I still pee the bowl

and masturbate the dick hand
that spits to the boob
and bounce fleshlight
in the back
because no matter how hard you bouncing
you can never thrusting of the bannanas

penis is an untrained little bitch, I tell chealsea
and what it boils down to is this:
kestley won't get along with pussy
and dildo won't get along with stacy

whore WILL claim territory
under the strapon,
masturbates your tits,
while ida tries to fist
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for mariah
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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