A pound of flesh to take me home. my other skin is shedding off.
These white lights wait like i never learned how to.
They tried to teach i just couldn't listen.
I've heard it all, it's my final story.
The moral of a fable that i've heard before.
Slap my wrist with a wooden ruler.
Draw straight lines down my chastity.
Every notch will glow like a scarlet letter, every opened leg will spill the seed.
I've heard this version called by a different name- a sweetness i had better not enjoy.
Inside this mouth i will choke on laughter, outside it's punished for it's filthy sound.
All we hope for is to die of laughter.
So choke it out.
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