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Statutory Rape GrapesThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by George Saracen | |
| Wednesday, 26 March 2008 | |
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First part's a rhyme that came up after I was thinking of tabloids and what they publish. Then I felt compelled to write a reply. Enjoy!
Statutory Rape: Song of The Jailbird
Dearest nearest thou smearest, My name and tar me in shame,
What did I ever do, To you, for you, To drag me through the muck, We made together, no such luck,
You didn't know I was married, And I knew not what you carried, In your belly, or your age, Now I must return to my cage,
Best regards and bitter grins, We shall see who it is that wins,
He who loses most is toast,
Temporarily my freedom and some cash, Your reputation and future, dust and ash,
Statutory Rape: Jailbait's Debate
Mine lewser, dearest abuser, You really scratch an itch, When you call me a *****,
I'm offended and all, but, When you go and call me a ****, I'm grinning and I giggling, Cute, Diamond-ring wiggling,
Thanks for the Jewelry, Fumbling tomfoolery,
Wrinkles and money, For a taste of honey,
But you had to be married, And your burden I carried,
And then you got noble, A heart made of opal!
But I wasn't eighteen, And what's even more keen,
I flushed the pills, Baby, no more bills, For me, now that I bear, True love's gift of fear,
I think I shall call him, Casanova, what you weren't, Darling how's it feel, When a douche-bag is burnt? Copyright 2008 George Saracen |
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| Last Updated ( Wednesday, 26 March 2008 ) |
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