By Chris Peņa
"Finger"
By Chris Peņa
Home Alone.
By Chris Peņa
Once upon a midnight dreary, after a shagging, I was weak and weary, over curious volume of a forgotten whore. As I was shagging, there suddenly came a tapping, a tapping at my chamber door. "Tis not Lenore, the whore, however it is some salesman at my chamber door."
Presently my mojo grew stronger, hesitating no longer. "Sir, or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore. But the fact is I was shagging and so gently you came rapping, tapping at my chamber door. Are you Lenore the whore?"
Eagerly I wished to morrow-vainly I had sought to borrow, from my books surcease of sorrow, sorry for the lost Lenore. For the rare and radiant whore whom the pimps named Lenore: shagless for evermore.
My hopes climaxed as I strolled to the door, waiting eagerly for Lenore the whore, whom I've prayed to come by the goodness of the lord. The door I opened, my heart sank like a lore. Twas not Lenore, but a raven from the saintly days of Yore.
"Beast of Tempest, for nothing more. Tell me what past with Lenore!" Quoth the raven, "Get over it, get another whore." "What?" replied I. Quoth the raven, "What the hell is your problem? Are you deaf or something? I said get over it and get another whore!"
I lunged at the beast, called him a piece of crap. I tried to kick his neck, but for he was too fast. My body fell as i kissed the floor. Then something happend to the extent of great horror. The bird pecked at the border, while I was on the floor. Now I am mojoless, for evermore.
I'm losing what's left of my dignity, A small price i'll pay to see your happy, Forget all the dissapointments you have faced, open up your worried world and let me in.
Juliet's crying cause now she's realizing love can be, filled with pain and distrust. I know I am crazy, and a bit lazy, But I will try to bring you up again now.
Now it seems I can't keep my mind up off you. My Brain Drifts back to better days we've been through, Like sitting on lacktop of the school grounds. The love I bitched about I finally found.
But now it's gone, and I take the blame, So there's nothing I can do but take the pain. Why?
Now I dwell, on what you remind me of, a sweet young girl who sacrificed her love. As for me...I am blind without a cause, and now I realize what I have lost.
It was something real, I could have had, Now I play the fool who's stable soul's gone bad.Why?
Tell me ll the words I might have said. That's pumping pressure deep inside my head. Was it bad enough to be too late? Just tell me the words I might have ate.
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