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THE MENTAL HOOKER.
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HOLLOW WORDS TURN TO POETRY.
THE MENTAL HOOKER.
Here we goes again, the bitch is on the run,
Poor soul, you took pity of such mongrel,
And planted your see inside her syphilitic cunt,
Too late, I feel for you…
But you have manage to escape the psychos,
And now , it must be so painful to watch your child’s,
Being destroy by such excrements,
But remind yourself,
Like the wizard of Ozz,
She has no red shooes,
Click a wish,
And all there is,
An open wound,
Who many took pleasure,
And we know, too well,
Her brain is stuck inside,
Once in a month bleeding,
Her anger to innocence,
As she tell so proud,
She will be alone,
And her children’s will spit on her face,
They call you Mary,
In the corner streets,
Where you do your tricks,
But we all know you real name!
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