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Click hereEvidently it was not a feat of wizards
requiring formal technical know how
Just a screwdriver jammed in the ignition
Stuff of childish attrition
Down the hill they rolled
My little car they stole
Must have been some kids out for joy
riding or a part's order for a chophouse boy
What relief in three days when the cop did call
They'd found the little vehicle in a far-flung mall
The thoughtful thieves had broken the key
entry but left a screwdriver there for me
And with a twist it roared to life with that familiar sound
But there was a vile smell around
The garbage of a fast food lunch lay beneath the seat
Reminding us, I suppose, that thieves must stop to eat
My box of tools had gone array
Some cigarettes lost in the fray
Several coins and dollar bills
A dildoe that gave my girlfriend thrills
A box of condoms also purloined
That would fit a burglar's gal's loins
My contribution to control
The criminal population's birth toll
They left me on the small back seat
A book of poems discrete
The works of Ezra Pound abandoned there
My hoodlums I assume were unaware
the joys of the literati
And in between the sandwiched pages
a Kleenex filled with snotty
They never knew, those dirty thieves
That this car had seen some scenes
Of filthy sex, debauchery,
the blood of virgins stained the seats
That sperm filled babes were weekly feasts
That prostitutes had sucked my cock
And spread their legs so I could fock
In these cramped quarters were memories
of epic demonstrations
Of human effort, sweat and moans of jubilation
You can steal my chalice, my carriage gilt,
but not the memories of the cum I've spilt
After all is said and done
It's just a car, I've had my fun
The night has come and I'm ready to run
hob gob, it is not halloween so are you referring to the urban dictionary definition of hob goblin as a masturbatory exercise? ; and if sex is a reboot, let's go for the booty, no doubt there is an air of similarity to most sex description, is that what you are getting at? Your value opinion is hereby solicited.
Anyway, I hope they are they keeping you firm in Sin City? All the best in the race for t&a&d in Vegas!
You can steal my chalice, my carriage gilt,
but not the memories of the cum I've spilt