Love Me for Who I Am

by Scum Queen   Dec 17, 2012


He sits and he simmers alone in his room
Complains to his friends that there's "nothing to do"
Masturbates constantly to all sorts of porn
And when he dies nobody will mourn

If you saw him you'd vomit
Or more likely not care
It mostly depends
On if you smell his hair

His desk is lined with soda cans
Wrappers line the floor
And he never stops eating
Always needing more

He once talked to a woman
He said "I'm really very nice
not like those other guys
so please let me stick my penis in your vagina or possibly your anus or mouth or maybe you could just give me a handy"

It didn't go well.

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