Twenty Bucks
by Tribunal
Use that blade, I beg of thee.
It slides inside so easily.
Legs and arms, I love it so.
Slap my face, call me hoe.
Punch my gut and slap my ****.
Cut my face with broken glass.
Shove your fist, deep inside.
Use your whip, on my hide.
Now I’m beaten, broken, and bruised.
Head is spinning, slightly confused.
Heart is pumping, smiles and tears.
Twenty bucks, same price for years.
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