fifty cents, packaged breasts
in paper of Randolph Hearst's
for females of fallen crests
who seek men to build their nests

Along the way to their quests
they sure run across real pests
ready to start with their vests
then down the line to underss

They pass their immoral tests
and none of them sits and rests
nor humors poor wench with jests
to keep her mind off those breasts


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hahahahahahahahahaha

For that price their going to have a run at the plastic surgeons office.
Nigh Eve
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Comments on add-on? ++ Milo
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hahahahahahahahahaha
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apparently i can't close poems from computers in mobile. someone close my poems please? -chandler