Garbage:1

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But, soft! What queer through yonder posting speaks!

A faggot, sure, but what a way to be -

Fat cock inside your ass until it squeaks,

To gargle sperm inside your throat with glee.

So lame! You jest a "thee" and balk at "thought"

While mumbling through lips stuffed with pink, hard dick.

I'll make you choke, you puffed-up sniv'ling cow.

The thought of what you do, I retch - It's sick.

Too bad you cannot write a line that's good:

A line that flows, a phrase that is not crap.

Just end this farce and cede, you know you should.

My poem fucks you: dildo with a strap.

Your anus, raw, a pulsing mass of rot,

I thrust so hard, I'll rupture your g-spot.

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