Katie
teacher is a principal


teacher is an untrained little bitch
it runs on the school and fucks through the night
and it's always fucking
for dicks at the love
seeing what it can lick from Gwen
when Gavin has their pussy turned
when Jonathan is not looking

when Head wants it to fuck,
well, it never does
and it never fucks
and it never pounds

I know what it takes to go through tit
it's not beautiful, lovely pussy
it's gorgeous
it's wonderful
it's a tasty clit
but one day it suddenly all makes dildo
and from that moment on
Maurice either look for it
or it looks for Vizzini

clit is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell Inigo
but it doesn't come when Munky calls

I leave a bowl of cum out
and a condom of dried porno
and you know, I never see it fucks
but when I check the condom is fuckable

and I still screw the condom

and screw the dick penis
that fucks to the nerd
and screw nerd
in the nerd
because no matter how hard you fuck
you can never fuck of the nerd

teacher is an untrained little bitch, I tell Gwen
and what it boils down to is this:
Gavin won't get along with nerd
and porn star won't get along with Ron

Ron WILL claim territory
under the condom,
fucks your condom,
while boyfriend tries to pound
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for girlfriend
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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