wirthling won't fuck me
I try so hard to impress
You hurt me tonight
If you were to hurt
With the hurt would come pleasure
That you would hurt me
You just mean so much
I can't express in haiku
I'll write a sonnet
The depth of pleasure, most joyous of ways
Only one could provide so severe
Married to a woman, but the service of gays
Proves at least a percentage queer
I heard you mention something last week to your wife
If I recall you claimed bisexual
The amount of phallic symbols you have in your life
To not see that she would be a fool
I have something to tell you, it won't be easy
I have some bad news about your girl
At the best of times, she's still looking sleasy
But what I saw this time made me hurl
She's fucking your brother, It's easy to see
You must loose the bitch. come sleep with me
Not a real sonnet
I don't know how to write them
But at least I tried
Well it was a lie
She is not really cheating
I just want you so
If I can't have you
Then I don't want anything
End it all right now
This is your last chance
Come and fuck me or I die
Help me out here, Dave
See, I called you Dave
Trying to be like your wife
Will you like me now?
If that won't do it
I can always look like her
I'll get a boob job
Or maybe I won't
I know you like small boobies
So I will remain
My boobs are so small
And almost non-existent
Do you love me now?
You're breaking my heart
Nothing I do pleases you
I've no will to live
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Batman created by Bob Kane