BlowingKush
I hit the blunt but the blunt hit me.
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Warning this poem is VERY gay. If you are offended easily by gayness then don't read this.
I think I might be gay,
It's very hard to tell.
I used to stare at woman,
Now I stare at men as well.
I think I might be gay,
It's the way I play my Craft.
It's the way I pinch my nipple.
It's the way I shake my shaft.
It's the way I kiss my father,
And the way I comb my hair.
It's the way I blow this purple Kush,
So high up in the air.
I think I might be gay,
I never pay for whores.
And always like to squeeze the knob,
When I open wooden doors.
I always squeeze my package,
When I wear my mother's thongs.
And I like to clap my big gay hands,
When I sing my big gay songs.
It's easy when your gay,
With men you get to shout.
With men you wear no condom.
With men you don't pull out.
With men the sex is simple,
With men it's only lust.
With men you have some chest hair,
To throttle manly thrust.
I guess I might be gay.
I yank off in a sock,
I like to take gigantic pills.
To enlarge my micro cock.
I always eat the sausage,
And never eat the eggs.
And I always get a headache,
When a hot girl spreads her legs.
It's not because she's pretty.
Or she'd make a real good lay.
Or the fact she has big titties.
It's the fact I might be gay.
It's not that I'm pussy.
Or the fact I do not care.
Or the fact I pass up pretty pink lips.
For a sack of balls and hair.
Soon I might be gay,
If I do not make a change,
If I do not move my standard.
Of the holes in which I bang.
I'd rather skip the ashtray,
And mold a penis out of clay.
I'll never pass my art class,
Oh god, I might be gay.
I hope I might be gay,
I hope I find a man.
I hope I find a gentle guy,
Who has a gentle hand.
I hope he loves me tender,
I hope he loves me fast,
I hope he spanks my buttocks.
With a paddle made of glass.
I think I might be gay,
God help me if its true.
God help me that she's female,
The next time that I screw.
It's very hard to tell.
I used to stare at woman,
Now I stare at men as well.
I think I might be gay,
It's the way I play my Craft.
It's the way I pinch my nipple.
It's the way I shake my shaft.
It's the way I kiss my father,
And the way I comb my hair.
It's the way I blow this purple Kush,
So high up in the air.
I think I might be gay,
I never pay for whores.
And always like to squeeze the knob,
When I open wooden doors.
I always squeeze my package,
When I wear my mother's thongs.
And I like to clap my big gay hands,
When I sing my big gay songs.
It's easy when your gay,
With men you get to shout.
With men you wear no condom.
With men you don't pull out.
With men the sex is simple,
With men it's only lust.
With men you have some chest hair,
To throttle manly thrust.
I guess I might be gay.
I yank off in a sock,
I like to take gigantic pills.
To enlarge my micro cock.
I always eat the sausage,
And never eat the eggs.
And I always get a headache,
When a hot girl spreads her legs.
It's not because she's pretty.
Or she'd make a real good lay.
Or the fact she has big titties.
It's the fact I might be gay.
It's not that I'm pussy.
Or the fact I do not care.
Or the fact I pass up pretty pink lips.
For a sack of balls and hair.
Soon I might be gay,
If I do not make a change,
If I do not move my standard.
Of the holes in which I bang.
I'd rather skip the ashtray,
And mold a penis out of clay.
I'll never pass my art class,
Oh god, I might be gay.
I hope I might be gay,
I hope I find a man.
I hope I find a gentle guy,
Who has a gentle hand.
I hope he loves me tender,
I hope he loves me fast,
I hope he spanks my buttocks.
With a paddle made of glass.
I think I might be gay,
God help me if its true.
God help me that she's female,
The next time that I screw.
