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I Don't Care If She Kills Me

Poetry By: Staplink

A poem about how one of my friend's thinks

Submitted:Nov 3, 2011    Reads: 50    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Hi, I'm a guy and I know you're a whore

But I killed my brain so I'm your paramour

I know you have a disease and you'll kill me

But who cares about living healthy past age forty?

I've had sex with every girl in the English alphabet

And I can honestly say I have no regret

Cuz I'm brain dead from being a stupid jackass

And I know I can get a better girl that isn't lower class

But I don't care if she's classy or trashy

I still dig her even though she's easy and nasty

I think with my head - not the one attached to my neck

It's the one that gets me in trouble and turns things into a wreck

And I'm a bigger man than everyone who uses their brain

Cuz I can contract diseases and impregnate girls; I don't constrain

My animalistic heat because there is only one life to live

And no matter how bad I get scared, I won't give


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