🔥 HOT: Id/gingerlemons - High Quality

"Your poem written with my hands on your arms

Loose jeans
Purple queens
This are the things
that wear diamond rings

Lions dont hunt deer,
now that would be just queer
They find their kids
and tear open their "lids"
and ravage whats under them.

I once opened a door,
that led to a ♥♥♥♥♥
whose name was Ryan
he was indeed crying

He just got home from selling his body
his butt was left really shoddy
I went to him with a grin,
started to laugh as i stabbed his shins.

Once i found his stash of children slaves
i started to dig a bunch of graves
I dug so many, but yet so little
I then ate Ryan, like a green skittle." - Michael Tobin 2014