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The words they are bothering me.
Im afraid of them
They invade my privacy
Watch me as I touch myself

As I think like you and become you
As I favour your scent
and forever I remember your gaze

They define me
My ass as an American
A freedom giver
Blow-job receptor

I beg with them
To let me go
But they put me in shackels
bound me to the walls
as wicked ones rape me of my daydreams

She sucked the daylights
Out from underneath my bloody arse
and all i have to say

"Out damn word! Out damn word!"

 1998 David Greg Harth