I toasted you, said we may be through, but you’ll never hear me complain
Thoughts on our world…
From what I gather from kerry
Is not the black ops
You might consider mine.
Well, if for some reason, other than being godly
To all the women of the world
An approximate third who are mine
And the ones who thought possible
To come to my narrow region
Which I begged them to come.
Our housing market didn’t slump
But the Duluth cleanup crew
Can’t even handle all the season’s march
Donny says we’re broke, foo.
What more could you invest in
Other than your striking bodies?
If you think camming is absurd,
I made those pages so…
Just don’t be afraid to show off a little skin
For the Italians know
How to earn a monthly check
Rather than just subsist off my inventions and talent.
Please get friends and a following
Love the internet for what I’ve done.
And my precious children who seek and know me
By heart or mental energy
The highest angels cry
That I subdue and hush the crowd
But please try not to annoy
I hear my kids hear me
And the response with a salute
Daddy played baby jesus
In His youth,
But I’m more a miscarriage now.
Tobacco self pleasure
The lowly hearth of wrath
I cannot extend my anger
But to the leagues of men
Who have not stood down
They frantic and flock