Going Mad With Mensa
chat patois certainly not a pita stuffed to a naan to scoop
fingers to speak the food to **** on a cliff and rub an ass
not a mesa here we have toilet to use a brain of a stone age
smile I was never constipated the sushi and cheese
let's craze the kale and the cleanse with maple syrup and why not
a flush of cards to send you to hell as the sun will rise
Copyright © Catherine Labeau | Year Posted 2016
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