Allan Terry Poet Bio

Adlibb and Phade

You maybe my fiancce
But my wedding plans
ain't with you
I am that whore you
Imaged
Surreal but it's true.
The es of your
Conversation
The cheater you
Made into 
The whore that you
Loved
The trick you turned me
Into
The hawk, when
I was a dove
If I am a Bytch
Than you are
A dog
You're ah husband
Of ah Butch
Ah
Husband of
Ah bytch.
Tell you're lover
I wish to be
Pregnant.
Turn them tricks
Some where's
Else.
Tired of being 
Lonely
Can't do this by
Myself.

He played Moochie ah priah
On the harpsichord
With a five string
And percussion band.

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