Pity Pally

What set him to disappoint her?

Tears of a phony; they are used to manipulate women into pity.

This is the definition of pathetic and there are males that do this.

Male, but hardly called a man as there is no quiet inside the chest

And the gut does nothing, save grow.

The sex is of the desperate passionate

Often this type fears possessing a small penis.

A pecker, really:

Knocking on the door but never gets quite all the way into the room

If she opens her twat-wings.

Any female over legal age has an instinct about these sorts

Any female over twenty may throw them a fuck (damn pity)

Any female my age who does not find them fatuous sees far too much of

The good in humanity

This can rare be considered a flaw

The human view

Not the emo-faggy condition.

And I have no idea if this is the case.

I have no real urge to ask. If I did I would hear a contrary answer.

Since I think I know everything and I do I'll hush.

She waits to be stolen

Like a gem left alone

Ten seconds in celluloid and Holly Wood cried;

As much as I hate fuckin hats

I gotta wonder

“What you hidin' under there, brother?”

He answers with a crooked smirk

Shows off a flash of baravdo

Cracks a “Yo Momma!” taboo.

My eyes go tight making their fists with the cast of my eyelids

I upturn the corners of my mouth and say nothing at all.

Why not?

He can take her home and fuck her if he must

If she lets him

I know when I fuck her I'm going to a place he never found.

Dig?

When this happens

It already is

He finds out his facade just cannot overcome real chemicals

Crying and fapping before a salacious

Tear slicked grin

I'll send the bastard a thank you card.