WHOREDOM EPISTLE II

Whoredom Epistle II

leave her twist of fate!
She's getting married again to the king of hearts.
A woman of several bridal henna
And yet no nuptial cord.
A woman in her prime
Without the joys of motherhood.
Never watched any infant head,
But caresses baldies and beards.
She's gone back to Honda
To retrieve all the spare part _to yo ta._
She's been in pole positions like she were a stripper.
She nailed every show with her finger
Because she gets all of her handiwork come through.
In terms of FIFA,
She's been the perfect customer care line,
PES two to have her speak in tongues.
At the gym, she'd squat to pick pin,
Ringing barbells like were the accurate time keeper.
She's being to more wards than the nurse,
More theatre than the surgeon,
And played more CD the disk player.
She walked on several turfs
As the going got rough.
She now knows why the rich also cried
When tomorrow died yesterday.
She's always been an ambassador of poverty
Right from puberty.


EK TiGER Inked Whoredom Epistle II

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