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Cybersexuality (Poem) Afternoon In The City Somewhere In July
Friends Are All Gone, U Ain't got No Dope So U Ain't Gonna Get High All U're Doin' Is Sittin' In Front Of Ur Lonely Computer, In Ur Lonely Home So U Turn On Yo MSN 2 C If There's Anybody Nice And Intelligent On Yeah, There's Plenty, And U Talk 2 Them But Still U Feel Mighty Alone So U Start Thinkin' Of A Beautiful Girl U Used 2 Know, Not Interrupthing The Flow Of Life That Is , Cuz U Thinkin' Of Gladys Like A Hungry Dog Of A Juicy Bone So U Lookin' 4 Some Company That'll Make All Ur Fantasies Look Fly Something 2 Get The Serotinin Levels Runnin' High But All U Find R Myspace Hookers And Other Lonely On-Lookers Ooh Poor Lonely Computer, Y Does Nobody Love U? Don't U Wish Somebody Was Here Sharin' Ur Pain With U? But The Girls In Reality They're Such A Bore, Or Not, Some Of Them R Just A Backstabber Standing Ready With Their Dagger, So They Can C U Go Down, Sufferin' From Another Disapprovin' Frown No Instead U Look 4 A Whore With A PHD In Cybersexuality Who Don't Know Or Care WHo U B Or Not B. | |
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Nice I like it~ | |
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Thanks, I was messing around yesterday and I even made a little perverted track out of it.
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