Egosm
2003-02-03 - 9:06 a.m.
It's time once again for me to regurgitate an old piece of writing from the other webpage you didn't know I have. This one goes out to all the empty-headed yuppies at the bar I accidentally found myself in Saturday night. Enjoy!
I jerk my mental cock
And it grows with every stroke
I shoot my thoughtful load
With every word I've spoke
I don't make a stain
I won't make babies
I won't get diseases
Like AIDS or rabies
But when it's over
When I've spilled all my cum
I'm no further ahead
For all the work I've done
Still, tomorrow night,
Over a couple more drinks
I'll sit back and tell you
About what my cock thinks