Your Wife's A Highway

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A parody of Life Is A Highway.

Warning! May not be suitable for all viewers!

Your wife's the kind of ho that every man loves to get 'em off
Well sometimes she's queer
Lives it up lesbian style
Other times she's as straight as an arrow
Sucking on all the available men that she can
Sometimes we bend her
Sometimes we do it standing up
Sometimes even your pastor likes to see her sin
She's a whore afterhours
Inside every darkened door
Where the loving is
Your little sex addict just can't ignore
Out on the streets
That's where she gives it all up for a fee
Makes all her lovers soar
When they score
With your wife the whore
Whispering in ears everywhere
Come ride with me to a distant shore
I promise I won't hesitate to let you go deep
Deep inside my gardren gate
Oh yeah baby there's not much I won't do for a buck tonight


Your wife is a highway
We all ride her all night long
She loves to go all the way
Likes to suck lollypops all night long


Through all these cities and all these towns
We've all been inside of her as she's spread it around
Both far and wide
Never once loved you like she's loved us
This is the truth and ours are the hands
The hands that have carassed her
On all those nights when you were away
From Mozambique to those naughty Memphis nights
In all those cheap motels
Between those sweaty sheets
Getting so lucky
When she was drunk and horny
One of us might even have slipped one past her goalie
Yeah that's right
Knocked up but the kid might not be yours
Cos in your very own bed
She did and said a lot of kinky things
With a hundred other men


She's so bold
Now you've been told
You won't be able to hold onto this little wildcat forever
Rough sex we know better than you is her favorite pass time
So just remember
Next time you have to go out of town for a biz trip
We'll be there
When the red light is turned on
That's when your lady will be putting it out dirty
Charging for it by the hour
The best little whore in your neighborhood


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2007 Ramona Thompson

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wildsweetonewildsweetoneover 16 years ago
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i mentioned this poem in the New Poem Review thread in the Poetry Forum. please feel free to come along and join in with other poets. the 50% temperature rating i've given you is so that it does not affect future temp ratings. - wildsweetone.

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