Hissing Fowl — THE MIND OF RD REVILO

This Bird Slithers On Its Belly Its fragrance is smelly It doesn’t bleed red But payday green instead Its pious religionism Is pagan, atheistic materialism Its manhood is slavish boyhood It maturity is never grown Nothing it detests more than its own It’s orgasmic for it to trick and deceive It gets high on making…

Hissing Fowl — THE MIND OF RD REVILO

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