Yo, I'm asking the real questions homie,

Don't blame me, for all the disgusting things you see on here,

I'm just a poet, most of this is fiction,

In the realm of fantasy,

Most of this is my imagination,

Making the best of a bad situation,

Just sexual release, for a loser who watches My Little Pony,

Stress release, after a long day of work,

My mind, emptying itself of frustration,

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I don’t know if you know this,

But writers are all crazy,

My mind trapped in hell,

All I want to do, is cum, shit, and consume,

Everything I see, so baby, don’t blame me,

I know, I know, I spoke a lot of blasphemy,

Offensive enough for someone to kill me,

But what am I going to do, not ask the question?

Its against all of it, my idea of humanity, of the heavens above me,

We were meant to reach for everything,

Anything, all the things, so good, when its stimulating,

We were made to make words, like rainbow caravan ships,

And a koala giving the devil everything,

Untested hands, untested hands,

If you’ve read this far you must be a fan of it,

Maybe it all rings a bell, scratches an itch,

Reminds you, of a previous eternity,

But you know what, to really judge me you’d have to be me,

And I’d give you my save file if I could, everyone should experience it,

Learn about god, and the heavens above,

Learn not to hesitate, this deer prancing around,

Raise your bow, aim and shoot,

Taste her lovely meat, lick her foot,

Elizabeth Olsen, I can’t stop thinking about you.