DON’T BE A DICK

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You put the Dick in Contradicktion

Or is it just another fictional submission of your residual pricktion,

Literally pricking me with your hawthorn the forth wall is up,

I’m watching you spit chat at me while I take bored lonely sips from my water cup.

What’s up? The fucking ceiling but I wish it would fall on your head

So you would shut up and think for a second before you open your mouth and spout another dirty absurd word.

Please hurry up and decide on your starter

Coz I’m starving for a way to distract from your sharted opinions.

Stop treating the staff like your minions,

Boasting how you’ll get this meal free like I’m gonna be impressed by your arrogant spree of dominion.

What’s that? I need to pee to escape your distasteful literary prison.

You said I’ve got something in my teeth

You said my shoes were beat

What a way to treat me

You only met me this morning

Oh the fucking cheek.

We won’t even last a week the way your going,

Showing me all your murky colours

Cutting down others to make you look good.

Well, as you already told me you’ve got muscles so you should know how good you look,

Coz people are peering round every nook at this dull as fuck cis impersonating crook.

You said you didn’t like how others were treating me like property

But you’re properly pulling dickhead moves to get on top of me.

To pin me under your spell well I can smell funky

And I think you need a dicktionary

Coz like Mathilda you need to get locked in the junkie!

You said you’d never date a boy again

You’d never date a drag queen

You said I changed your mind

You said you thought my types a has been

Coz you dated younger guys before and now they’re all the same

But I’m the special girl that made the change.

You said you wanted daddy bears

You said you wanted masc

But you’re sat here on a date with my feminine fucking ass

So drop the sass,

Coz you’re nastiness don’t impress me,

I wish you’d wear a gag and undress me so we can have emotionless sex and end up puffing and panting like white eyed guilty shipwrecks,

At least we’d get our dicks wet

Instead of pretending we’re set,

You say you want commitment well

I’d rather be a sket.

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Written by Ted Rogers “Artpornblog”

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