Must I?
Dad’s perving round the primary schools of Nantes Luckily for les enfants, his gens are the size of an ant’s
greet my arrival with a "one gun salute" (a mighty salvo from your monstrous piss-chute)
Mum's now performing extreme sexual favours For cheesy dust at the bottom (spent Quavers).
Mum's a total Nazi, In her demand for only big lads doing her up the "fartsie."
Dad has literally "dropped the kids off at the pool," And filled up the local swimming baths with stool.
Mum just tries to stay 'zen,' When she's taking on lots and lots of men.
Imprison me in a web of emotional distress due to my pubis.
Mum's vast slop pit? Bloke, finally: 'stop it'.
Mum will never throw in the towel Even with 3 in the bum and three in the β€˜growl’
After another of mum's infamous week-long bogs-binges, Her knackered arsehole has been fucked off it's hinges.
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