My painkillers ran out of leather

I have to dedicate this to Jehst, the finest chav to ever poetise.

Another day met me naked but I don't dance, 
I break my back sticking cocks to my coccyx

finding the right muscle to lick
the meaty monster in my pants

peeping isn't it done redrum raw just yet gunnuh pet


~ by Jeremy on September 6, 2008.

2 Responses to “My painkillers ran out of leather”

  1. Great poem!

  2. It’s shitty, you sorry bitch.

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