THINNER

Block that caress, pull in your chest,
A man you shall become.
If it takes that last ounce of strength,
To avoid becoming numb.
To the overtures, of broken whores,
And cuties on a mission,
I see you're feeling jaded,
Like a janitor gone fishing.

You're missing that kevortka,
Green with envy like a porpoise,
Like a serpent tongued medusa,
Overcome by rigormortis.

Don't worry, Hallie Berry lost her cherry to a floating nymph,
Beneath her dress, I must confess,
She sports a nifty lymph.... node.

I knowed that you were worthy of a bender and a pisser,
So you smoked that bong, sporting a thong,
And brewed up an elixir.

For that forty second street meat,
You longed for after dinner,
At least after you came,
You were five pounds thinner.

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