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Allen Wilbert May 2014
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Allen Wilbert May 2014
Just Can't Have
pretty face
can't erase
**** and smart
plenty of heart
smooth skin
very thin
got it all
not very tall
juicy lips
shaky hips
what a smile
its been awhile
****** confession
tasty concession
never had before
must see more
whipped cream
*******
just can't have
divided in halve
love her
kittens purr
got caught stalking
no more talking
Allen Wilbert May 2014
Plumbing
screaming in pain
cleaning her drain
it was very clogged
I am very logged
loved my plumbers crack
she gave my *** a smack
faucet beginning to leak
from the point of the peak
ended up in bed
she gives good head
wanted bill to be free
told me during my morning ***
I said you lost your mind
so I poked her from behind
how about half price
she said sorry no dice
please free she would beg
as she played with my third leg
running wild was my imagination
you could feel my frustration
after the plumbing was all done
it turned out she was a nun
Allen Wilbert May 2014
Blood
Only takes a tiny slash,
walked into a blood bath.
Watched as the blood did splatter,
screams made the windows shatter.
Blood over here, blood over there,
had no time to prepare.
Blood on the ceiling, blood on the floor,
all blood red and very pure.
Heads hanging on some hooks,
all people with good looks.
Time for ugly to reign supreme,
hell with that expensive ****** cream.
Pretty faces are a thing of the past,
I killed the first, I'll **** the last.
Ugly people pay me money,
soon as they see the blood runny.
Rich people get the best,
poor people beg for the rest.
Blood drips in the cracks in the floor,
ugly people demanding more.
The bodies are tough to hide,
ugly cops let me slide.
I guess I could have molded a mask,
but how I love a ****** task.
Allen Wilbert May 2014
Stay Alive
to stay alive
you must survive
be on top
don't ever stop
never be depressed
always feel blessed
cheaters never win
living in sin
one, two three
always feel free
four, five six
girls like licks
seven, eight nine
you look fine
eyes wide open
lids are frozen
red, juicy lips
love family trips
just three words
smoke some herbs
write a poem
while in Rome
go have fun
because I'm done
Allen Wilbert May 2014
Doom
dark room
smelt doom
thunder rolls
lost souls
lighting strikes
sharp spikes
rotting corpses
unknown forces
people dying
others crying
tables turning
bodies burning
zombies arise
human demise
blood everywhere
mankind beware
eating flesh
while fresh
city blocked
world shocked
no fear
Allen here
Allen involved
problem solved
Allen Wilbert Apr 2014
Strange Man
wears no clothes
picks his nose
eats raw meat
has smelly feet
makes crank calls
drunk and always falls
drinks night and day
family and friends, he betray
surely going to hell
needs scope, breath smell
has no more money
this **** isn't funny
has a very small ****
can't give girls the proper lick
has to **** just for ***
still in love with his ex
has gave up on living
what happened was unforgiving
a man became a monster
felt like an impostor
lived life grumpy and bitter
searching for a pinch hitter
died one night all alone
poor dog never got his bone
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