This Poem was Submitted By: Scott T Rabb On Date: 2002-06-21 22:13:32 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Porn Star

A tall thin girl in a dressing compartment trying on different articles of clothing. She reads some as if to notarize a position with them. She slips on a baby blue tank with a star print on front. Whats in a name beside a twilight star. I wish i had some spring Dale to convert whats in a peacock olive, tank of the  other fellas shirt that, makes me queen besides this umbrella stitch and pansey sway friends that keeps it sworn, i'll try on another ancient jean named riptorn (she trys on) O sucks there's a hole, underneath all, bitch'n beside my chicks. Gypsy moths i shake from pure hair, with me but i, suffered a loss for a while and if'd pissed on anything that is his smolder, dragons blood inside my veins but my contract jokes (she grabs her holster) thank goddess one things attached. 

Copyright © June 2002 Scott T Rabb

Additional Notes:
Work in progress along with my yang.


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