Diana Davison

John the Other is a traitor

JTO, JTO!! Or is it now just skanky ho? It kinda rhymes this time, yet in no way fine. Yes, John, you, the douche canoe, who turned your back, for Valenti’s rack, a shameless man who went for clam. Your fingers linger, deep in throat, till you upchuck red pills, undigested. Pills in which, we invested, now on the floor with your fembot whore. The stink of shame is on your name. The stink of lame is in your Game.

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