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I Get No Pussy
Robert Hawkins
In front of the mirror naked,
Practice, perfection.
In overcoat forearms,
Spread all, unimpeaded.
That woman, no respect.
Thought I was a ATM machine.
I get no pussy.
And I so sigh.
Other men might cry.
No pussy for them this night.
Journey to South-side.
Yet for me dux relief.
100 bucks get pussy.
All fuckin night
Overcoat away.
Forearms still.
First thrust up her pussy.
Tighter than hell.
Second thrust up her pussy.
She is lubeing like hell.
Third thrust up her pussy.
Who cares,, at all??
About this poem anyway?
Good pussy.
Good thing.
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bobby
note:
Oh,, babe I didn't ask you to dance.
Just said you look fat in those pants.
Baby do you like gold ring?
I will to when you buy me one.
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: