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+_+_+_ My baby’s got teeth And holes My baby’s got skin that never scars And a taste for daddy, gnarled. My baby is a pig with tails that tickle her fat ass. That contrast The atrophied man, hard enough to finally hold her. My baby never comes, but when she goes, she goes. I like to imagine random idiots watching from home A greek chorus chanting “now-do-THIS-to-the-hoe” My baby doesn’t believe in anything, But the Chateau. My baby renews like a yellow snake on a kitchen counter in a nightmare, And you disarm your It Girl Stress Disorder, Promising yourself you are an Ultra Private It Girl Investigator. My baby is an anaconda partially fed The digestion period is sweet, but what happens if she gets hungry again? So warn my friends. My baby is towyard Snow White even in the sunlight, And I crave the taste of her shit, Because I have a developed palette for It. My baby’s got .45 Smith & Wesson heels, femme fatale bags, And a double-double in-n-out indemnity ass that will never sag. My baby is a bot designed by human beings 60,000 years in the future, to meet my exact specifications. She ships my sperm back to the future daily through her bluetooth womb. Happy birthday, baby, Take this batch to the bathroom, as you always do, And shut the latch. I’ll lay here like the intergalactic hero I am, viscous in your Easter Bunny snatch. +
