Saturday, September 3, 2016

Reckoning - Brock Turner

Tall talk over me aren't you a
big figure but let's settle now
that this is a game for big cocks
you little lamb baa you tender
meek little thing you who think
who would inherit what inherit
The strong fuck everything in every
hole they plumb it good they fuck and fuck
and rub raw and chafe the depths of it until
her throat is cotton and the Kalahari and
the salt mine in my guilt night terror my
cockwielding worst dream my
won't go away leaked documents of
truth and that cake that chased
Hampton Pig groaning eat me eat me it'll
never leave you it'll scare the living
shit out of you it will eat
your guts and make you look at her

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