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an obsecene tally of emails

Jan 26, 2016 03:23

brenda couldn't think ahead with her head a head
still fucked hard from last night-
living life in the heyday
she chugged light in the beginning,
you'd think she'd know better, she said.
her mother oughta taught her something uhh
anything. bright rings- hangover oh no it's
the phone the phone the phone fuck you that's
right, right this is the human resource-
this is the whore brenda, distilled throughout
life and an obscene tally of emails,
hugging the same misgivings she'd been born
with thinking, brenda do a good job. brenda, oh you
brenda don't you dare quit on us,
not tonight you always staple it down,
relieve of us all this thick paper waste for good.
not in this retching economy you cant quit,
when cum and riches a so called phone call
away- in resignation of the never-ending
masses of the chafed, brenda over the line she said,
the feeling is mutual, i'll transfer you.
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