How to Have Sex When You’re Sixteen
Hey look, I’m not pressuring you
(But my dick says so)
So I remove myself from above you
and feel like a shriveled
ballsack.
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Hot off the press, I thought
as I felt her the jeans on her thighs
“You pathetic maggot” she said with her eyes
I was just looking for coins.
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Fuck it, she said she wants me
At this time of night,
except if I was covered in cheese,
And I have a crusty dick.
I’m no pizza.
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Sure I’ve seen her tumblr
It’s all sex and smoke and booze
Damn girl I’d hit you hard
reblog, reblog, reblog,
reblog, reblog, reblog,
reblog.
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Hey listen uhm,
maybe you wann-
Quit it, Spencer.
You ain’t getting into my pants tonight
(or next week.)
(or next month.)
(or maybe never.)
(not even when I’m drunk and heartbroken.)
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So I’ll call you tomorrow?
(Symbolically drops the bomb, denying any gratuitous sexual acts)
Yeah.. sure.
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Time to fuck some bitches!
And resumes Call of Duty: Modern Warfare.
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Yup, I’m like trying to maintain a poetry blog about yeah
you know, maybe, um life
and stuff. Some stuff.
You should go check it sometime.
(2am and goes offline)
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Google Chrome>
Settings>
New Incognito Window>
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It’s fun to be a beta male in a sea of everyone trying to be alpha males and getting their game on point and probably getting laid most of the time on weekends. They’ve got the city mapped out in terms of girls, poking into caves like they’re pokemon, and you know what they say: ‘Gotta Catch ‘em All!’, but does it apply to STD’s too? I don’t think the girls don’t mind.
And the boys don’t talk. We’re a little bit off highschool and in some parts of the world holding hands is taboo and kissing is sacrilege, and copulation- subject to human sacrifice.
But humor me, will you.
