Roboplegic Wrongcock.
Dad's got a lot on his plate, Mainly shit and piss - and it doesn't taste great.
Mum really needs to bite the bullet, And allow a bum-doc to see her poo-punnet.
International Sex-Pest daddy in the dock about to get jailed, Meanwhile mummy still in the gents getting unbelievably nailed.
Mum's questionable bogs-diet of Buckfast and Haribo, Is identifiable in horrific detail when her film "Dirty Diarrhea Nights" is viewed in slo-mo.
You don't have to be Archimedes, To figure out mum gives away a fair few freebies.
Weird farm fuck with pitchforks and haybails, there's your dad wanking over his own entrails.
You used ignorance and brute force, And never once a flicker of remorse.
Half a pound of massive bloke's cock, Cunt the size of a salad bowl, That's the way your mummy goes, Pop! Goes her arsehole!!
Objectification of mum: cunt / arse, which one? Most blokes go for the former. Your dad? Fuck knows really, he's just a 'sexual bench-warmer.'
The bogs-blokes in the queue for mum, know exactly what beckons, It's sloppy 3rds, 4ths, 5ths, 6ths, 10ths, 30ths, and so on (not just sloppy seconds).
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