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Its black under my nails, Dirty. I look down And it's slack, No elastic Dropping quick. Where's the washboard? I ate, I ate, I ate. Getting ..

Mimic the mince I kicked the ball only once And she took it out of me For beinga ponce. I sat with the geeks It wasn't until later I learnt to..

Desire.

I realise the taste in which this is written is questionable.

'Making Love', I never liked that phrase, Surely it is not the same if someone pays. I mean when does f*****g Become love making? I suppose sex ..

Axe Me I have an aura of self destruction That rings me like a Day-Glo halo, You can't miss it. Never wanted to be this freak, The curtain s..

You bought me a single red rose, Closed, ..

The flowers bleed pollen Indefinitely, the bee is stupid cupid I am a flower, my stigma lies untouched, Barren. Fancy my petals are not bright eno..

Collision. You look me up and down Disappointed we were ever associated, Ashamed to say we even dated, Your sick mind I infiltrated. You brough..

He extends an invite That resembles a hand Offered to a child. A generous man, he Throws a penny to My busking heart. We are to "watch TV..