Sliding down my pants
some would say retard
without the constant
sylvan lump “Run, ” go
my feet across the field
people give chase and I
shriek giggles dodging
the callused hands squeeze
my naked private and
jump on my hairy back
not loving my purple
raging prank do you?
Arrested.
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