| Drunk Author: |
Morrison |
| Description: |
This guy fucked with me and accused me of attacking him so I thought I’d give him what he asked for. |
| Location: |
Twin Cities, MN na |
| When: |
2/20/2008 3:21:49 AM |
| de comment: |
Well, the poem certainly is bold. Rhymes too much, needs more raw honest content relating to the poet. I think perhaps this poet is not drunk, and, if he were the self-content would have been there. |
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| Wee Willy Bob |
Bob was a pussy
Who had a wee tiny willy
Although he wished for a big dick
Turned out he was just a huge prick
What lurked in his pants
Was something that even tiny ants
Would not be proud of
Poor old Bob worried he’d never find love
With his bad attitude
A prick so small he’d never need lube
What was this guy to do?
It was almost sure a sex change would soon ensue
Begging women for pictures at the SF site
He knew many would take pity on him and be polite
He’d always been told it’s not the size
But he had first hand knowledge that was all lies
Whenever luv would begin
The women would yell is it yet in?
And Bob would cry out in anguish and in pleasure
Yes it is and that is all I have to deliver
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| Author, Morrison |
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