With great discomfort I look at your face
At the root of your fat neck begins your legs
Your breath of ammonia is a crying disgrace
The abnormally dull eye stares and begs
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The proportionality of shame I feel is great
But my stomach throws up my frankfurter lunch
A sign that even my belly bemoans my fate
I stomp on your pig face and feel a crunch
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Now that you're ended, my life no longer sucks
I bend you over a chair and open up my lube
You're no longer timid so you'll take all my fucks
And I Rub at the waxen milk that is in my boob
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But don't take this personally, it's only in jest
Spraying myself and slathering it on your breast