14 November 2012
Explicit content Contains adult humour and language 18+ Besides its positively stupid
It's too much to Handel I want real music Bach The bait has been woven Beethoven please come back
Now it's all...
Don't step to my face bruv I got mans in this place blud
Or
That girls a hoe A village bicycle Fuck that a tricycle Jonny up twice yo all
Is this the evolution Or a poetry pollution recital All the words in the world and they rhyme delight with bicycle
Then for love its....
Which position hits your spot It's been so long since I've seen you I've forgot
For lust
One more night Is all your gonna get So don't lose interest Let's make this last night the best
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I find I'm not blessed With a life of flash jewellery My monthly tax kills me Bending over my ride a rover My show far from over
And for intelligence it's
You Wack You you can't deliver that Twat whigga High on crack-ing A geriatric mass of verbal ass- whole in one with the verbal diarrhoea
Could that be any clearer?
It's the kind of music I seldom go near Very few tracks to my heart I hold dear
Oh well I'll continue since this is the age of music we live through
For struggles its
A mindset of un measurable mettle Although unsettled Kind of forgetful My confidence shackled Stuck fighting the stream of life without fuck all paddle
It's too hard to Handel Please bring real words Bach Don't even get me started On how romance is heard on track
Come over here let me stroke ya long hair Run my fingers down your body Run my fingers everywhere
I don't care You can scream the whole place down Pink or brown Both mine now Don't frown for now I'm giving you my ecstasy When we're finished you come lay next to me
I'm finished I think you can see... I've gone mental..... In my poetic musical pollution poetry recital
Daniel Hing 14.11.12
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