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This psychology of riding the slaves
and of driving the jackasses by the jackals
and incited she-jackals dancing their ass
for shekels, on their slobbery mouths
and let them foul the air ‒ this psychology
of bondsmen must not stop for a moment
at least let her defraud and betray they drive
her into you like a rusty nail, the knife
into the kidneys just like a long thorn
into your head so that they only skin you
like a crazy sheep, then they’ll cut you
piece by piece for their cryptic banquet
whereat the oversexed excessively fucked
bitch when she’s on the point of giving up
the ghost she yelps with hideous piousness,
“No more fault lines be made in my ass.”
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