Cow Boy

my blood is clean never on an aisle
to donate as you put a label on it

frou frou I wear laces and no bra

I buried many front of the judge
with panty to tell you the menu

top top I circle the noise of a tennis ball

but the golf my dog likes and will not stop
harassing the liberty front of my eyes

pouf pouf play your dick

my pantry down and a syringe never
to silence the birds in need of seeds
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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