Twenty One
When I turn to twenty one,I will as well be be twenty three,
And in life I will be free,
So when I turn to Twenty Three,
I will also be twenty five,
That's why I'm learning earlier to survive,
During my manhood,
I will try to be good,
So I can live a better life,
And in all great services- I will thrive,
Hold on, I wonder who will be my wife?
In my future I see a lot of pillow slaps,
And beautiful bed laughs,
With some sweet joy farts,
Not a night goes by without my latex,
Oh, how I love having sex,
But bananas are women's best friend,
So men are just substitutes,
Even though, daddy adviced me of prostitutes,
I have never passed by one peacefully,
Seriously, I have never touched one legally,
I trip everytime I see a beautiful woman,
Her beauty and smile make me feel so weak,
As I walk- you can hear my joints squeak,
So at that moment, a song goes off in my head
It's melody is usually for the dead,
Even though, a tough fast life I been living,
But seriously now, I was just kidding.
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