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Talk Is Cheap

by

Thomas C. Barnett

There are many different reasons why I hold my tongue
It's a habit I've known since I was young
Loose lips sink ships, or so I've believed
I never know exactly what you hope to achieve
With your endless babble and your worthless talk
Just shut your mouth and go take a walk
You go on and on... anytime, anywhere
Have you fooled yourself into believing that anyone cares
You talk so much you don't remember what you said
Unless you're just stupid, with a real thick head
You repeat to me things that you've said before
So is it such a surprise that I find you a bore
Quiet is the lifestyle I've learned to live
When it costs me way too much to give
So answer me this, although I give not a fuck
How do you talk while still managing to suck


Seven and Three Quarters or Sequoias in the Sahara (x-rated version)

by

Thomas C. Barnett

Time has flown so fast since I met you
But now it seems I've grown to regret you
All of the feelings that I thought I had
Were never really there, so it makes me feel bad
Because now I'm left with only one thing
There's only one reason my heart does sing
It's your outward beauty, for inside there's none
You're as cold as ice but hotter than the sun
I think of your body in so many ways
I'll take you right now and fuck you for days
You smell like a peach and taste even better
As I rise to the occasion you just get wetter
Fall to your knees, now it's me you'll please
Your tonsils meet my cock with incredible ease
I have never seen you more gorgeous than now
(I knew I could get you to shut up somehow)
Being more than willing to recieve from behind
You're eyes grow wide and I say,"Yep! That's mine!"
You've had many lovers but never understood
That sex could possibly be this good
How pain and pleasure can be so close
You only came once so you need another dose
But don't worry dear, I'm not close to done
What you are feeling has only begun
Enjoying this myself, as much as you
I can't think of anything I wouldn't do
Eventually I realize that this cannot last
I get up now, remove myself from your ass
And under the mess I've made on your face
You smile, and I already want another taste
But in the end I know that I'd always want more
I just want to know what it'd be like with a whore

You Are Plural

by

Thomas C. Barnett

You're a cashier at the market
You're a waitress at the bar
You're a freckle faced 19 year old
You're a dark haired hippie smoking pot
You're a supermodel in a car crash
You're a fair maiden prone to clumsiness
You're a high school alcoholic
(and you're illegal)
You're short but sweet
You're a sore loser
You're an irresistable tease
You're an intolerable whore
Alike but different
You're one in the same
You are plural
And that will never change