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| Author | Message | | | Posted on Fri Dec 09, 2005 05:45:41 | |
| | The tavern of lust, and its company,
The ninth piller from the capped brothers,
You think you are only ones with dicks,
That you, alone, can $#$% any woman you want
And the rest of us are goats?
Just because you sit all in a row,
A hundred or two, like idiots,
What makes you think I couldn't shove my cock
Into a couple hundred throats right there?
Think about it:
I'll scrawl graffiti all over your wall!
For my darling, who fled from my embrace,
Who I loved as no one else could,
For whom I fought ferociously for,
Has come to you--All of you high and mighty men,
And, the shame of it,
The backalley rentboys and vagrants,
You all screw her, undeservingly.
Especially you, Ignatius;
You hippie freak,
Son of Celtiberia, who $#$%s like a bunny,
And brushes his teeth with the piss of a Spaniard. | |
| | | Posted at Wed Feb 14, 2018 16:28:20 | Quote |
| | Pocilgareiros que a infame pocilga,
Que do templo dos peludos irmĆĀ£os
Dista em nove colunas, sempre acolhe,
Pensais que sĆĀ³ em vĆĀ³s o falo se ergue?
Que sois donos de todas as meninas?
E o resto ĆĀ© corno velho e que se dane?
Porque aĆĀ ficais aos montes de idiotas
(que sejam cem, duzentos nĆĀ£o interessa)
NĆĀ£o irei eu ousar fazer que vĆĀ³s
Chupeis todos quietos minha cabeĆĀ§a?
Encerro por aqui. NĆĀ£o hĆĀ” quem aguente tamanha obscenidade. | |
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