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I feel poetic when I say that the group of young
teenage girls at the mall
rattled my psyche
like wailing sirens
and that their freshly developed breasts
could make for quite tempting cider
should Satan decide
to pick and press them.
I feel honest when I say that the group of young
teenage girls at the mall
rattled my psyche
like the other group of teenage girls I once
saw scissoring in a porno,
and that their freshly developed breasts
made mе wrestle my inner lunatic to
thе ground,
bind his hands behind his back
and draw him a crude sketch of the young
girls scissoring to keep him from screaming.
Sirens was written by Bo Burnham.
Bo Burnham released Sirens on Tue Oct 01 2013.