With all the do da dos, i don't think I'll ever find
the groove of the track of righteous believing evermore
yet again, men know what they mean when they say
ejaculate, let no one fool you when they throw that one out there
with a smile pinched back, pinched off like a bowel movement,
imagine the sweaty palms, that can be a clue, to the very fine dectection
that often isn't worth the trouble. yaknow yaknow yaknow, three times
is magic. Three symbols are enough to trigger a whiffing of the air,
mayhaps, perhaps there is a scent of the homoerotic in this poem,
after all, ejaculation, bowel movements, and sweaty palms were mentioned,
in very close proximity to one another. There is a homoerotic algorithm,
a pink flag is thrown, alerting several secret societies to correlated trends
in the use of specific products of notable interest. this music reminds me
of crack and/or heroin.
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