Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Happier than a pig in sh(i)t
Scent is a stain,
Strain
My useless breasts
Heave in
Heave out
Let the panic
Take me.
Eat me out,
Turn me into
The c(u)nt
of a sl(u)t,
Doing it for style,
My most useless
BReaths falling
Down my chin
Like dribble,
I'm a pig.
This is my sh(i)t.
It's all the
World I know.
9-7-09
Strain
My useless breasts
Heave in
Heave out
Let the panic
Take me.
Eat me out,
Turn me into
The c(u)nt
of a sl(u)t,
Doing it for style,
My most useless
BReaths falling
Down my chin
Like dribble,
I'm a pig.
This is my sh(i)t.
It's all the
World I know.
9-7-09
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Happier than a pig in sh(i)t
Happier than a pig in sh(i)t