HERE'S the burglar who finds me to p sitting

 HERE'S the burglar who finds me to p

sitting; he (this has to be the gendered meta)

asks me what I was singing with the tune of grunts

(and I think the two of us were deepdown punks)

so

I told'm; and HE TOUCHED ME IN A FUNNY PLACE

and hymns for him's stopped; I did not care as wore no

underwear HARD and Thanksgiving cums my living

when out put

pro duces juices

for the

unwelcome to cum

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