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

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

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~ 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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