She Thinks I Can't (A Ball Game)
WARNING: Not for the faint of heart! ! !
Proceed at your own risk...
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She ripped out my balls, and
I told her I can take them back...
She rolled her eyes-
She thinks I can't...
...Just because she has them swallowed.
With all that's left of my manhood,
I challenged her to a game and
Came up with a single rule:
NO touching.
My plan is to make her
Throw up, releasing my imprisoned balls.
And so I paid a dozen
Whores come with me to the
Battlefield...
Oh-ho, she's already there, slumped on her throne-chair-
And my poor balls are still in her gut.
I cooked some popcorn for my
Former-love-turned-adversary so she could
ENJOY what's about to unfold...
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poem by Eon Ezkiel
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