p***y with a smileA Poem by alan khanoutlawmy hands grip the steel. my foot rested flat on the floor.
the body shakes and the beast under the hood begs for rest.
a pink p***y pulls along side at red. his 358735 dollar shade blinds himself from his own reflection. his wide bright grin damges the socket.
the dried hold crusts around his skin while the spikes pierce the roof of his daddy's four rings b***h car. (audi)
"whats up f****t?" seriously?
foley and past King tell me to swideswipe the a*****e rip out the seat and teach him a thing or two about skin to fist melody
but i;m tired of stupid bullshit f*****g tough guy lines and antics. my fists now bricks and skin now leather and heart like drums. beat and tighten and break for all that is worthy.
the p*****s speed off. my new philosphy on p***y...(f**k it)...letting him go.
i ease on through the deserted terrible streets. on down the road. the beast takes its rest
"the art of fighting without fighting." © 2009 alan khanAuthor's Note
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