Cunt-tree Of Ambition

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We've got to replace the word "ideals"

With the word ideas
Because ideals are what you kill for

And ideas are what you mill your thoughts for

We've got to replace everything we know

with something else
Bring me all your useless gold bars and bricks

And I'll melt the down and cast dildos

and solid gold pricks

To pleasure the inner sex goddess in everyone

24 carat cocks and jellied platinum pussies

"My limp wristed hand scans

your mound

seeking your tingling clit

As my tongue explores

the neverland of your breasts"

We must replace politics with sex

Diplomacy with fornication

A sacred bond to bind a nation

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Scissors
by: Michael Witkowski
from: Sehnde, Lower Saxony, Germany

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