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Let's get together

Rags or riches

let's get together

Despite your wife,

Let's get together

You can take me

to a motel and

pull off my 

panties with your

nicotine stained teeth

You'll smell like whiskey

I'll smell like smoke

Neither of us would

care enough to make

an effort; drunk tongues

couldn't spell anything out.

You'll sound ridiculous

And you'll look even worse

I'll close my eyes tight

So I don't have to see you

when you finish what

You couldn't start. 


  1. you got it all wrong hunny bunny.

  2. everything you say seems so sad and vapid.

  3. What's sad is that you hide under the guide of anonymous you little shit.


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