The imp who resembles the angry monkey
happy smiles
that dance and beguile,
everyone is different.....
I've found the pit of discouragement.
it lies within my soul. the heat from it is welling
and the tension is swelling.
i want a boy to keep tied in my closet
i will keep him happy there with food and liquor.
and every once and a while when i feel the need,
i will burst in and poke him with a pointed stick untill he cries.
hahahahahaha
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