Down at Fraggle Rock the baby cries, as it tries to hide, from the self-styled Killer Clown mother.
Down at Fraggle Rock the racist whore of a father takes out his repressed rage on the poor souls actually willing to work for a living instead of spreading their seeds to bleed US dry for their state benefits.
Poor Robbie cried at his loss, his well-earned money and a whole lot of love, stolen by Miss Killer Clown, unknowing how much better he was without the hairy harlot.
It's easy for one to pretend to have morals but down at Fraggle Rock they get left at the door of 12E Eggerton Court.
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He Without Sin
PoetryA new collection of poetry based on the theme of the seven deadly sins - Envy, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Pride, Sloth and Wrath. A work in progress book, with poems added as I work on them. All based on true experiences and encounters I hope you enjoy...
