You are standing on the planet Zular, on top of n asshole wtih a tongue.
The tongue whispers to you
“yo, “the tongue whispers.
“tongue.”
the tongue spoke. Up to the zipper with you, nanny. It’s time to get some practice sheets rolling. Into the fire went all the paperwork and has dos and to whens and what nots and whathaveyous.
The asshole with a tongue was not pleased.
“tongue.”
the tongue spoke.
It’s time for disposable napkins to take their prize.
Eating steak and cheddar fries.
This is the rap verse section, ye har.
Gonna get cheesy.
Cheddar fries.
Yo.
Eating this cheese.
The rap section ended as abruptly as it began, and the tongue was more than displeased. The face of an asshole began to smudger, with tin and foil (this is tin foil supplmentation). The asshole cringes.
The end.
a poem, written by xx_fuckoffsatan_thesizzlord_xx
feverdreamwolf ♡ 