Skinny ribs, skinny ribs, whatcha gonna do?
Stab me in the back with a rib or two?
Your big mouth talks, on a stick it walks
One trip and you'll split
And so will my sides
Dirty little flirt I abhor you
Shut your legs
Foot in mouth
Get the fuck out
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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...
