Plagiarized, Ponagraphy - Poem by James McLain
Words over the heads of the bottom and children.
Even when the few being, semiprecious.
Vast is thine the poor majority,
against being simple, like you some are not.
Does the stupid parent,
know what they know, when they can't even learn it.
And of Pornography.
What is it made of is it chewy and gluey?
Like in China,
one push of the button and it's gone, but it's not, tell them why.
Prisons have to be filled with stupid people once children.
I know what drugs are will you partake of them?
Liberty you have and your choice it is or it is naught?
Don't answer that just drink it, I mean take the fifth.
I know what rape is some one because and have you ever been?
To discuss all mature topics, without thus becoming.
Alarmed at the horse that takes a big dump.
Having been gelded, she is still there well hung.
How high is the bar, that I, you have jumped?
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