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Indecency of the youth


Funny are those shatas Only in the sight of girls they swagger With their shoulders high like king Authur For they believe they're the masters His father's belly level tra is old fashion So he had rather adopt the otofista He has got a little beard So he thinks he is older than his father By their dress you could easily tell their address For in the name of fashion their case they buttress He has a fifty year old woman as his mistress So mother's thin voice of advice no longer matters Coz he believes in his mistress lies his fortress Haha!!! I laugh so loud at them when I see them in a mess After all their foolish stress Panties have now become their vanue for parties For they park and play in panties I see them hard and fast They save only to get them in bed fast Meanwhile the result of the forty days and night fast was to resist temptations And when they fall they fail to attribute it to their unwise decisions So heart breaking how our ladies of today have become the biblical Jazebel Tweeking their backsides in mini skirks just to cause the men's lower front to ring like a bell They put on all kinds of face paints just to look irresistible But all in vain they look rather blemish Guess they have forgotten the part He said it is finish So my dear ladies I tell you no need for all those polish For your natural beauty you should cherish And with a decent life you shall surely flourish
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