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see fee lee

(27/08/1962 / malaysia)

Cocky and Hens

Cocky and Hens

Hey, is Friday night dressing up and ready to plays
Thousands hen and a hundred Cocky game on
Rushing into clubbing Doom
Most hens going without much feathers on them
and the Cocky browersing at them, to find it way in

Entry your own free will; you welcome.
Clubbing Doom and the door it shut.
Doom men in black guarding at the door
Cocky flashing it male ego to find hens for stews
Buying couple of cheap drinks for an easy hen;

You take the offer and you know nothing is free from cocky
You dance you drinks, you showing of your body movement
Itching body bottom shakes and part.
Cocky has all the recipes to make you high
That why you feather less asking to be stews

He have his stews and pick his tooth
This Hens will not be flesh anymore
Hen, waking up cannot remember who my Cocky
Where else he disappear before the sun rise?
Doom night, with scars in life

Submitted: Wednesday, May 13, 2009
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  • rago rago (5/13/2009 12:25:00 AM)

    cocky and hens............. a nice imaginery and presented in a beautiful form....... (Report) Reply

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