Monday, June 8, 2020

Allison

It ain't no game when he climbs rank
How you gonna stop a tank?
Better not turn your back on GANX
When he shootin' they ain't blanks.
The last sound you'll hear is his knife,
Clickity-clankity shank.
Traders parade, they see his bank,
Run zombie or you'll get spanked.
When his screen goes off, black, and blank
His world gets even more dank.
Allison, her butt, his wife,
Their love is well-done, and rare, like perfect flank steak.

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