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This is a poem I wrote for my sister.. well i wouldnt call her that anymore! its the same sister that it is in Family blood.


Submitted:Apr 30, 2011    Reads: 1,859    Comments: 9    Likes: 4   


Sex is all she knows
A beer in her hand
A dick in her mouth.
Wishing she'd just choke.
She has no self-respect.
Runnin' her mouth like a lil' bitch.
Spreading rumours like she spreads her legs.
Diseased is what she is
Giving it away like its candy.
She doesn't stand on the corner
No you'll find her in the back alley
She doesn't care if she gets paid or not
She just needs the feeling of something inside her.
She doesn't care who you are
as long as she's on top
She likes having control,
She'll even bring whips and chains.
She'll take a knife to your back, if you turn her down.
I've never met anyone as dirty as her.
She's the reason guys cheat.
So if your ever looking for an easy la
Jusr give her a shout; she'll be there.
But baby if i were you i'd buy a plastic bag
To hide the face of a whore.




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