four men
four on furrs
bellowing cat belching
shomewhat shinking
on a cockatoo
whoopa looshna moo
then he asked
do u rim?
i said no
in my head
i'm the one
who wants to get rimmed
then the otehr said
scuk him
no, i don't like
just screw my kcab
pushing
the one just reopened
the door; exited
his lines are expired
nobody seems to like
him while the other txting
while me on teh same spot
trying to grab my luck
as he's coming
into a sack attack
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