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Each time I go out it's for the pretty drugs
the rocket fuel of sexual hugs.
If you could compare acts of vulgar affection to
let's say gasoline--I'm a truck not a Jew.
But you can't which is surely common sense,
sex and fuel are equally expensive;
obviously the former is a better incense.
Tell me something straight--
how often do you masturbate?
You're hilarious; lie the right way please,
no doubt this is crude my audience.
Are you hot yet-- I'm a tease!
To try and fix what is broken
would voice the truth still unspoken;
These little hints reveal me as a star--
the prettiest thing in your car.
I might have had too much fun with this one, and it may be overstepping some boundaries. To those reading, I know it's rigid- I know some of the rhymes are weird- and I even know that this poem is vulgar.
This is how it's suppose to be. Now laugh and stop looking so offended.