You easily enter and exit
Without my consent
And throw away
Your used condoms
Full of semen every where
You don’t care the stone there
Where your wife probably have
Dropped some vermillion on …
You bring your “girl”
She drops her blood…
I remain silent ~ I don’t speak !!!
Sometime later you come with bottles,
Piss on me,
Puke over me,
Spit over me,
Or when you are alone
You ejaculate over me…
Sometimes later,
Your girl comes to throw away your baby
I can’t babysit
Poor succumbs to death, the very next morning
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