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The Pest Quest
CC (march 30th,1970 / laconia, nh)

The Pest Quest

Poem By cathy clough

the opposite of my sex
oftentimes, i confess
really put me to the test
of trying to behave my very best
for many times, i supress
my complete and utter surliness
as i watch their eyes molest
my fairly ample busty chest
proving again, dogs just don't rest
as they continue on that one main quest
to try and bed and nest
each and every female guest
all that time that they invest
just to satiate their lustful zest
sometimes though, again, i confess
i find myself in on their fest
but just that once, at the lest
encourages every single pest
into thinking they're the best
so i hit the door, and head out west
in this fact, i do not jest
i leave as they reach their crest
for i'd rather they clean their own damn mess! ! !

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Great flow cat brilliant content high marks for a good write Chris x
the only woman... in a man's prisobn, usually gets that ego boost... even when she's 'butt' ugly. ugly lesbians too.


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