What is this God forsakenness
i get tired of all this nakedness
i don not ask for so much more
but don't keep knocking at my door
it should be so much fun
but when i browse i have to run
who will bring new tidal waves
without asking for more likes
oh, oeps i think i will ad more strikes
browsing next here like a broom
don't know if i'll stay a groom
aunty get the plug back in
let me end my foolish sin
i'm gone to bed to chitterchat
with my beloved the internet!
Madrason 13-05-2015
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