Ant Smith


I'm sorry

I'm sorry,

But did my cunt offend thee

My anal fisting make you sore?

did my wet bell ending

Have you heading for the door?

Did my fleeting fetching feel like fire and brimstone?

There are things that I can't say for fear I'll blow my load

I'm sorry

But did I read too much about

How you act when you're at home?

The things I write and sing and say

Happen everyday

But it's okay apparently

If no one sees the stains

I'm sorry I embarrassed you

In this dirty fucking way

I'm sorry

But that I just can't stand

To betray the humane race

By writing as if as though

It's got a pretty face

So I'll fuck and wank and suck and shit and maybe even take the piss

I'll fist and claw and sperminate

While you sit and ruminate

I'll gyrate and make you hate

By showing you your private face

Everything I say is done

Don't blame me For you

You fucking Slimy cunt

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