A sincere and sweetest tugging!

Know all junk comes from truest tongues
so I will serande this one:
A vine around a leech that vies
and finally: a loose member!  

"Ooh aren't I a special cunt!"
They shriek I shrill:
"to better days!"
Then pat their heads beneath a setting bulge;
bow, bawl, rest.
 

This, witchcraft for gigolos!
We kill daughters and never men!
For frills that find their players seized
and in a moment, seizure's brace.
 

No!  

Only pleasure?
Why not pleasure?!
Why not please silence with whimpers of
this: a beast in sweet respite?
 

Blah blah blah!
Bleurgh!
Abstain!
These stains suffer each other
I, a mute witness, express as my art comes full and
-- Ah --- bursts forth!
 

And no I do not suffer, whimper, regret, regress
Relapse?
Perhaps.
Don't dramatize self serving intermissions!
Rather, ply the junk that insists us!
I must insist, sincerely, freely
from the hand that feeds the fro!
Know all junk comes, and all junk goes!
 

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