She hit Hollywood all starry-eyed…
Promised parts in the movies… they’d lied…
Given blow jobs, been screwed,
Pretty much fucked for food,
Till she just sort of shrivelled inside.
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The jokers
In the end the poor girl spat the dummy…
Her face, tits and hair rank and cummy!
These horrible blokes,
And their practical jokes…
Even telling her semen was yummy!
Sucker for a uniform
Her new uniform does kinda suit her,
He thought. Makes me wanna salute her.
If not for the gun,
Though, it might be more fun
To just rip all her kit off and root her!
Rights and wrongs
Her virginity rankled, poor kid…
Just a nuisance, of which to be rid…
Maybe one of these nights
She might auction the rights…
Kill two birds… maybe make a few quid!
A close thing
She’d been having a bit of a fling…
She’d been almost found out… a close thing!
All the more fun, she thought,
Having been almost caught…
And her husband, poor jerk, on a string!
Serenity
“She just lay there and smiled, like… serene…
Like an angel! You know what I mean?
While I fucked her”, he said,
Almost like she was dead…
It was kind of… you know… like… obscene!”
Pride and joy
At the sight of his cock she recoiled…
His pride and joy, glistening, oiled!
She ran from the room…
He was thrown into gloom,
All his plans for the evening spoiled!
Idiosyncrasy
The poor woman, a slave to her id,
Kept the worst of her excesses hid…
God! If people but knew
The strange things that she’d screw…
Dogs and such… even once a live squid!
Beneath her
Just a yokel, big, rude and unkempt,
Altogether beneath her contempt…
Though he had a nice smile,
Be he ever so vile…
And the bulge in his trousers did tempt!
Needs must
The crown prince, being not yet enthroned,
Could of course, still, not be just disowned…
That he rooted with whores
Tolerated because
It must be, though of course not condoned.