"On Pleasure I Land"
On Pleasure I LandI've got a story to tell...
and it's not my fault that it's gory as hell...
full of guts...there's some glory as well.
We're in the ward of the Lord with euphoric intel...
yet...
shores full of whores...what the emporium sells.
Beaches full of bitches...just enjoy yourselves.
It's easy to do the devils work...
just employ yourself...
full of guts...there's some glory as well.
We're in the ward of the Lord with euphoric intel...
yet...
shores full of whores...what the emporium sells.
Beaches full of bitches...just enjoy yourselves.
It's easy to do the devils work...
just employ yourself...
and leave inhibitions on the 'annoyance' shelf
Ecstatic pill poppers swallow viruses at high rates...
population not irate...
as long as pelvises gyrate...
vibrate...
fluid leaks...
migrates...
lack of acquisition makes...
crime rates...
high stakes.
I should be better for my sake...
enlightenment might make...
my mind's eye dilate...
which causes me to be disgusted at...
the sight around my state...
no...wait....
I found another cutie on myspace.
Shores full of whores...what the emporium sells.
Beaches full of bitches...just enjoy yourselves.
It's easy to do the devils work...
just employ yourself...
Ecstatic pill poppers swallow viruses at high rates...
population not irate...
as long as pelvises gyrate...
vibrate...
fluid leaks...
migrates...
lack of acquisition makes...
crime rates...
high stakes.
I should be better for my sake...
enlightenment might make...
my mind's eye dilate...
which causes me to be disgusted at...
the sight around my state...
no...wait....
I found another cutie on myspace.
Shores full of whores...what the emporium sells.
Beaches full of bitches...just enjoy yourselves.
It's easy to do the devils work...
just employ yourself...
and leave inhibitions on the 'annoyance' shelf
Come enjoy your stay...be buoyant...swell.
Feel free to buy the AIDS the employees...sell...
Come enjoy your stay...be buoyant...swell.
Feel free to buy the AIDS the employees...sell...
or the 49 other flavors with the inglorious smells.
Share a room for two with 'what's her name'...
kiss...tell...
lust...gush..
writhe...quell...
desires...fires...
burn...yell.
No consequences exist on this pleasure island.
A tainted hymen...still a treasure...
just a...lesser diamond.
Bells of pressure have long since chimed in...
keep thinking..."Every time innocence is lost...I win".And rest assured...even if this is your last stand...
at least you can say...
On pleasure
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© 2010 Malik Peterson. All Rights Reserved.
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