The pornographers poem
Look in that tasty mirror some more
Her hair arched like the rivers of Gore
And her tit exposed like jellybeans
Clearly nothing under those jeans
And whats the fun in being a nun?
And having tits like ack ack guns
If you cant go to church topless with tassels
Without getting hassles from the man without shackles.
Her prepubescent promiscuity
And mummy wants to give her a boob job for Chrissie
Some days she thinks shes soft-core porn
Or just another bit of butter popped corn
Purple vibrator with the face of a cut man
A dildo that came, as timid as the tin man.
Christian friend gave her a kitten mug
But contemplated some form of butt plug.
Roll under the telly and gather some dust
Theres no use for you with us
And if you dont got a rubber, therell be no hubba hubba.
His men in their armour, saying ooh bubba bubba
Leave your girl in the gutter
And make sure she never tells mother.
Sex is as scarce as clever writing these days
And fighting replaces the good old ways.
And this man, all about the hunt
Something about needing the cunt
She told him to look behind every door
Just watch out for that sister-in-law.
Slim pickins for the man of the future
More likely to get ma Higgins in couture.
Watch her flash some more of her titties
Cash for a whore, not a minute to snore.
This life shes been living
Getting less than shes giving
A blowjob for a real job
The pornographers poem.
Look in that tasty mirror some more
Her hair arched like the rivers of Gore
And her tit exposed like jellybeans
Clearly nothing under those jeans
And whats the fun in being a nun?
And having tits like ack ack guns
If you cant go to church topless with tassels
Without getting hassles from the man without shackles.
Her prepubescent promiscuity
And mummy wants to give her a boob job for Chrissie
Some days she thinks shes soft-core porn
Or just another bit of butter popped corn
Purple vibrator with the face of a cut man
A dildo that came, as timid as the tin man.
Christian friend gave her a kitten mug
But contemplated some form of butt plug.
Roll under the telly and gather some dust
Theres no use for you with us
And if you dont got a rubber, therell be no hubba hubba.
His men in their armour, saying ooh bubba bubba
Leave your girl in the gutter
And make sure she never tells mother.
Sex is as scarce as clever writing these days
And fighting replaces the good old ways.
And this man, all about the hunt
Something about needing the cunt
She told him to look behind every door
Just watch out for that sister-in-law.
Slim pickins for the man of the future
More likely to get ma Higgins in couture.
Watch her flash some more of her titties
Cash for a whore, not a minute to snore.
This life shes been living
Getting less than shes giving
A blowjob for a real job
The pornographers poem.
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As for main occupation....I am a chef..i went to Uni after completion of high school...then did two years culinary school and just worked my tail off ...found a company to work with and within one year promoted to executive chef.....i recently quit that company and got a chef job at an upscale assisted living place..the residents who live there pay about 6000 bucks a month so they expect posh food and thats why they hired and brought me in ...i have roghly about another 4-5 months at that place because i went off and bought a restaurant..WHOOO HOOO...time to workfor myself....the photography is something i do freelance ..to keep me sane from the kitchen heat...take a look in my pics section under JEROME PHOTOGRAPHY my art / and under ALEX SHOOT my muse.. tell me what cha think....how about u ..who do ya write for?
my buddies and i are suckers for women with accents
holy scraps!! polaroid camera?? im obsessed with em...look under my pics folders SUPER THUG and quannum mcs for some polaroid luvin!!
cheers
jerome