Giraffe P***yA Poem by The Cunning LinguistGetting high as....
Up inside this mammoth beast is how I'm gettin by,
my day at work was tough; the bowl is how I get a ride, upon that magic school bus; destination is the sky, my homie Spliff O'Piff' will drive and brake at ev'ry sign. I'm higher than the p***y of a grown female giraffe, that piff and sour mixed will surely own and nail your a*s, against the wall and all slow motion; Morpheus and Trin, with eyes so bloodshot red it's like a horse is in your skin, but that will never do cause Mr. Ed aint high enough, just climb up to a giraffe's twat and get inside inside the stuff, ignore the funny smells and guaranteed you'll get the vibe, of how I'm like Jeff Goldblum on these cats; I'm gettin fly. So buckle up ya chinstrap n****s; training camp is here, and while them dudes are hittin there's a crazy atmosphere, occuring in my brain but I don't let it suck me up, I spark until the mammal twat proceeds to f**k me up. The Cunning Linguist ©2013 © 2014 The Cunning LinguistAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorThe Cunning LinguistWanaque, NJAboutBorn & raised in Newark, NJ, T.C.L. started writing poetry at age 14 and continues to let a wide variety of topics influence his writing and is not afraid to tell it how he feels it, no matter who get.. more..Writing
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