CANCER GROWS IN BROOKLYN

Hoboken is full of fat stepmothers,
And diaries drenched in hateful cum.
I am numb and unaffected by your erect posture.

Violent wombs bring forth whiskey tombs, 
And you are dead to vicious parkas.
Please relieve me of pee in the alley of $300 fines.
Arrested, bare chested hairy apes bemoan your tortoise pace.

Frankly Mrs. Shankly must wombs open in spontaneous bliss.
I really never assumed you would make an ass and rape Mike Tyson, 
I really never assumed you would do crack and mount a bison.

Dripping noodles and barbecuing French Poodles in the rain in Spain, 
Your come lands mainly on the plains of hairy crotchfuckers.
Left behind, your behind is spanked by incestual brothers in heat.

Peeing on cats in chat rooms gently exposed fetish in the bra filled night.
I fight, for integrity my arms need to hold you whore that you are, 
In the back of a car, you scar looks scrumptious.

Nobody bought your tampons for you,
Nobody bleeds good blood and Cancer grows in Brooklyn.

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