Catching in your throat no matter what you do?
Catching on everything with their cruel barbs
Building up inside until you are fat
As if they were made of carbs
Flinging fast in enclosed environments
Speed of sound word bullets seem synonomous
With bad intentions and not so idle threats
Has the sort of slow kid pulled the fire alarm yet?
If I bare my shoulders will it break your concentration?
As you know only so much is included in your ration
Eye contact, not picking your nose, and now my shoulder too?
Whatever were we expecting when you rape us too
Boys will be boys when playing with their toys
And as long as we train them that their dick and balls are just such
We can't be surprised at the trouble the cause
At least not so very much
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