Twentieth seventh, twenty twenty.

Twentieth of the seventh,

Where’s Wendy

when the ant in pants

arnen’t bearish.


It’s twenty twenty,

I remember those years,

When at five,

She started those years.


What you got?

In those pants of yours?

I’ll show you mine,

If you show me yours.


So what the fuck,

Teacher wasn’t there.

I drop them enough,

So she’d see I had balls.



She said,





See here,

Shes said,

Lifting her skirt.



Twas nothing at all.

It’s just,


I felt like dirt.

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