Monthly Archives: March, 2015

Condumb.

I was bangin’ yo mama
She sounded like Mimsy
She pounded my wiener
It got weak
It got flimsy

The condom slid off
Up in yo mama
We barely took notice
It led to no drama

She forgot all about it
For years it was there
‘Til her insides felt teeth
And slight bristles of hair

It developed a face
With eyes, nose and ears
When she queefed it all out
They both shed some tears

Some call it a monster
But it isn’t so bad
The mutant condom baby is you
Surprise!
I’m your dad

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