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Lip Bent Overly Yours

Most dastardly Executive Majesty, we serve at your pique pleasure obsequiously so Yea, Darth Lord, we be the surreptitious, servile ones: Leper skin publicans, publicly hiss reviled Tonsil rear ends torqued low is our mealy-mouth status quo We’re liquored up lap dogs Always lip bent overly yours Tongue rolls of surfeit flattery, buttery tones of praise gluttony piled on Nay, Imperial Vader, we echo only your strident, bellyaching growls from our sphincter pie holes Boast bastardly King El Presidente, and we cower at your cheek displeasure ingratiatingly so Our speech undignified, flesh market wench pride was thirty silver pieces sold minus six-feet degrees below Aye, Commander-in-Chief Bellow Nero ... Imp patient Sanballast ground zero, your every atomic jinn wish gets grovel granted We bow mice-men be the fawn minion pagan pawn devotees, submissively submitting to such spittle humiliation willingly Ever always lip bent overly yours

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