Reunions: #9-Don Costalano

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Part 23 of the 26 part series

Updated 08/30/2017
Created 11/22/2015
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erectus123
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Reunions: #9-Don Costalano

Don Costalano was a killer
He asked his mom to be stiller
Foolishly she refused to comply
He stabbed her in the heart, she died
A Dish Washer at Berg's Groat,
A fancy restaurant that sticks in your throat
What a stupid name!
Don gave Mom his paycheck just the same
He wasn't very smart, make note
Spoke with fake lisp like a Sicilian cutthroat
If he makes it to the reunion on parole
We'll shake his hand; no doubt it's cold,
He sat next to me for a year in Art Class
We fooled around to make time pass
All told he wasn't a bad artist at all
Mostly tree scenes in the fall
The trees looked rather phallic in shape
Then there was a naked ape
Hurling boulders that looked like balls
At old an old lady wearing a shawl
I guess if I'd been more clever
I might have warned his Mom before he severed
Her heart from her breast
It's the tits we love best
My recollection seems kinda' hazy
But I hardly suspected he was crazy
We pushed and tugged, wrestled around
Once I threw him on the ground
But it was all fun, kid games of life
He never stabbed me with his knife
No doubt these years he spent in prison
Taught him restraint and how to listen
When his cellmates gathered round
Never making a loud sound
Bound his mouth with a towel and tape
Proceeded next, his ass to rape
A friend, Louigi, who visited him in Sing Sing
Said he got a new set of teeth last spring
Seems the old ones interfered
With his cellmate's cocks, Louigi heard
Oh, our poor Donny, dour and slim
What has prison done to him?
Some say it's Karma to receive
Your cell mates cocks that you relieve
Prison is naturally full of tension
Sex reduces their dissension
To spit your teeth sure isn't fun
But it made Don cocksucker # 1
In prison the guys don't get pussy
So they settled for Don's tushy
Life in jail ain't no fun
Especially if your #1
But I guess it's like any job
When threatened by thugs of the mob
You must lay back and comply
Keeping the cum out of your eyes
And raise you ass to meet the flocks
Who plunge inside with raging cocks
His Mom must watch from heaven with distain
Because it really her we blame
If only she had stayed quiet
Don wouldn't be on a sperm diet

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erectus123erectus123over 8 years agoAuthor
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Because it's....

This ballad is a true story, only the names have been changed although I don't know if his Mom is really looking down. Poor Donny!

erectus123erectus123over 8 years agoAuthor
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At an old lady.....

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