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Game Over
A lesson I learned from a wise Asian man,
Whenever you get lucky, no longer with hand,
Make sure that you don't use a condom.
She may ask politely, but never give in.
She may say that abortion is a terrible sin.
But tell her to shut the fuck up.
Now having sex, you're about to cum.
Don't be a pussy and next morning run.
Just do it right there and then.
To not have a baby? I'll give you a hunch.
After you're done, you give her a punch
In the stomach. Gave over, bitch!
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The father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies / While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park / Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums / The music and medicine you needed for comforting / So make all your fat, fleshy fingers fingers to moving / And pluck all your silly strings and / Bend all your notes for me and / Soft silly music is meaningful, magical / The movements were beautiful / All in your ovaries / All of them milking with green fleshy flowers / While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines, / Smelling of semen all under the garden / Was all you were needing when you still believed in me.
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