Little Death

I knew a guy who's wish it was to die, Each day he gave it a new try, And with every attempt, He felt like a wimp, For simply going limp,

If your mind is in the gutter, Be sure to spit and stutter,

For what is about to come, Might make your brain go numb,

On this night he saw something white, Oh my god, what a sight, He shook it in disgrace While looking upon your face,

With a sigh of relief, And a faint sound of queef, He exclaimed, at last I have release!

Originally written: August 15th, 2018 By: AvnSgt

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