Water Cools the Fire

[Romel]

A sip from grace may never have a taste
Though it’s maker is our maker

Far gone is he from far who loses the mark
Like a hunter he moves to the next target

It’s hard to find rain in a desert
Easier to lay there dead
Like a stranded man

Bathe in trouble and seasoned in slumber
He moves coast to coast unbothered

Born in water from Southern Chile
She moves leaving her mark in lead

Forward she goes without sight
Eager for night like a native-born

In her comfort she is unaffected
In her bosoms she lay waste.

[tagme]

I liked the explicit, yet less poetic version you sent me in PM about lotte having a penis.

[Romel]

I liked the explicit, yet less poetic version you sent me in PM about lotte having a penis.

That's funny tagme, that's not of my nature to speak about that

[Buggerlugz]

Poof at the clinic - he's got the gay plague:
'Help me doctor, my bum's in pain.'
'Get down Kwok Lai's for a 45, eight tandooris and a chicken pie,
Ten pints of Guinness and a vindaloo, box of All Bran and a bowl of prunes
Dash to the bog and lock the door-
Then you'll know what your arsehole's for.'Don't be a poof or a queer brown hatter
A turd burglar or a buttock basher
Eat chips n gravy and cod in batter
You'll be safe from the botty slappers
MPs down South eat caviar
(Smells as fishy as a poofter's fart)
She says we eat shit if we live up North
(She needs a gobful of Macc Lad's pork)
'Chips and gravy make you spotty'
(They're the ones with the dead sore bottys)
If you want to be a Macc Lad and not get AIDs
Its got to be Gordon's takeaway.

[Buggerlugz]

how the fuck did i do that