Poetry

She Say

She say she wanna fuck me
Even tho I’m looking grubby

She say that I’m a grouch
And I don’t come out of my house

She say she’ll tell me who to vanquish
I’m riding off the high of one Benjamin Franklin

She say she looking for some mischief
I told her look no further

She say I should start a cult
I told her I’ll convert her

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