Life Stop
On the rooftop of a closed shop,
He thought hops to her tube top.
Nonstop they both spit swap,
And the next prop is the countertop.
Him on top,
Again nonstop,
Until the condom pops,
And their minds go flop.
Their hearts stop.
You could hear a pin drop.
Like that dirty, closed shop
They need a life mop.
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