| Poem For Mister Halalalalalal |
With a hat.
Can't touch that.
whore!
never a bore
you didn't say much to my face
but i imagine you in lace
i would /so/
not spray you with mase
be my date
or i'll kill you.
Your eyes?
Do they... lie?
Do they realise
That i...
That's not all.
And i want you to know
Too bad
you're not my hoe
you're not a passing fad
or an XXX-tra firm dildo
but you're bad
and it means a lot.
because you're a quick shot
to my
heart.
remove this dart
don't even start
or i will HURT
and i will WEEP
until you are DROWNING
in your SLEEP
you
are.
So true.
YOU.
might be kind of like a blue bird
a little rosey herd
of buffalo
topping a little hoe
she's screamin' no no
but you still go.
BECAUSE YOU ARE DANIEL.
AND YOU ARE KING.
King.
of all living things
of all my diamond rings
do you know what i mean?
i am a fiend.
for your love.
your blood.
in the ocean
in my womb
in my comb
in my bones.
Oh.
and did i mention...
you are like a flower
gettin' limper every hour
my big black ram
my little ham
either way
You are much like a condom.
Rum Rum Rum
condom.
you save my babies from escaping
you keep our booties shakin'
because we are big ballers
and you are our....
webpage designer.
spirit confiner.
lesbian diner.
carriage liner.
Big turtleneck.
goose skin v neck
long giraffe neck.
oh lord
i'm a whore-d
and i'm really quite
lame
so it's a shame
it's our bedtime
we're done these rhymes
but we've done damn fine
So don't step outta line
And Daniel.
you are our x-rated
Sex confinscated
extra recycled
kind of refined
high class design
sex in a can
you are our main man
and we love you. like the gum on our shoes-
like the red raspberry blues-
like the hoe's love their fools..
<3 hearts,
na&rach
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