Wth.... - Poem by Xelam Kan
after a night romp and spree,
need to be laid back and
rack out too,
so get bruised
like gale, and hardly to be cut it out
but suddenly was decked
by a glance of fox and foxy stuff
especially when had a kik at keeger,
so tried to move on,
some muffin chicks, those up for grabs...
Ah i am whiz but
in such screw around,
too zapped from the show
to cease it down.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
might not a gross,
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