My Fucking Soul

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Fanfare to the common mole

My Fucking Soul

My soul is crying out -

“You have a responsibility

Not to give a fuck!”:

What was she worth?

But pain, and fuck me,

She wanted me to change!

“Stop drinking and stop whoring!”

And all the rest;

But I wish I could rest

My head between her ample breasts.

But I am doomed to die alone

And who cares?

When I’m gone I’m fucking gone

And God will be the test.


Submitted: January 03, 2021

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Jobe Rubens

She wants you to stop whoring. That's a double standard - did you tell her to stop prick-sniffing? The women in my village are prick-sniffing single mothers who suck cock for a toffee apple! Must be the country air.

Sun, January 3rd, 2021 8:05am

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Who can define love? I can't and I'm a fucking poet (allegedly). I love her. She's a smoking drinking whore (her description). How can a poet not love a smoking drinking whore? It just makes sense.

Mon, January 4th, 2021 5:41am

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