Kitchen Sink


She don’t care what people think,
fuckin’ everywhere except the

Kitchen sink.

How I got up there? I don’t know!
Pulled her knickers down with my big toe.
Hangin’ ’round my neck legs akimbo,
jackhammer to a fandango!

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Hear the duct tape’s ripping sound.
Tied up, tied down, gagged an’ bound.
Watchin’ her work-out with her hound.
good job I said come/bum/hang/fool and not horse around!

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Doc Martens, fishnets, pink tutu,
takin’ it hard up the wazoo.
I’ve bit off more than I can chew!
Public disgrace with Peggy Sue!

She don’t care what people think,
fuckin’ me in the

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©6.6.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em in the loo.
If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em in the kazoo.

I’ve bit off more than I can chew!
in Doc Martens and pink tutu.
Butt-plug tail, but what can you do?
If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em up the wazoo.


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