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I once knew a faggot named Fred, Who loved to be fucked & give head. Then a poofter in shades, Gave the cunt AIDS, Now he just waits to be dead.

In Nimbin I score all my dope, Their attitude gives me great hope, That for thousands like me The weed will grow free, And with life I'll be able to cope.

If you've come here looking for deep and meaningful poetry, you've come to the wrong place, I can tell you. I dislike most d&m poetry and poets for the same reasons I think jazz is little more than musical masturbation. As with most stuff on my site these have been published and paid for so I dont care if you like them or not.

It's early in the morning, just before four, Fuck me swinging, there's a knock at the door, G'day Wino, can ya shout us a cone, We wont drink your piss, we got a slab of our own. So the fella's come round, and we each crack a tin, Bullshitting each other about sex, drugs and sin. We made too much noise and we woke up the wife, I was sure there'd be trouble, but there was no strife. She came out fully naked, which I thought a bit rude, But not nearly as bad as when the lads all got nude. My wife seemed to grow herself three extra holes, Which were constantly filled by willing fuck poles. There were cocks everywhere, yes, she was in heaven, The last time I counted, she'd had at least seven. I drink and I drink, life's a long, blissful haze, When wife pays the bills she can't walk for days. It's a strange fuckin' marriage, that I'll admit, And a piss poor ending, but. yes, this is it.