My perverted mind portrays the game of snooker as the tip of a broken penis chasing after its lost testicles, which it loses to quite hollow vaginas.
YOU ARE READING
Diary Of A Bludgeoned Soul
PoetryPerhaps sparks of compassion is flaring up in your veins, The qualities of a hero - surfacing A longing to save me, to end my pain If you're reading this, its probably too late For I am nothing but a bludgeoned soul
Day 7
My perverted mind portrays the game of snooker as the tip of a broken penis chasing after its lost testicles, which it loses to quite hollow vaginas.
