No Pussy In Hell Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

I don't care anymore
pussy in Hell.
I might die and take you with me
Pussy in hell
Put the juice to me I'll fry
Pussy in Hell
SWAT has itchy fingers
on their triggers
locked in to off a
fresh crop of niggers
With no final statement
or prepared alibi
Pussy in Hell
Beyond the point of no return
Pussy in Hell
I've burnt a cross
on our engagement bed
Pussy in Hell
I haven't yet made up my mind
If I should wait for you in this nuthouse
or in prison instead
Pussy in Hell
Without you
I feel like a hopped up
cranky ole fool
messed up in the head
Pussy in Hell
Raging hell of a mad man
Pussy in Hell
Til you turn 21
So I may get well
Pussy in Hell
And play with you
my precious new toy
twang all your whistles and bells
Pussy in Hell
They'd surely lock me away
Pussy in Hell
for a very long time
if you were to give me the signal
Pussy in hell.
that you would be mine
Pussy in Hell.
If I were to show you
my darker, more sensuous side
Pussy in Hell.
Would you weep at the gallows
Pussy in Hell.
when I take the short ride.
'Pussy in Hell
Your blaze burns like white fire.
Pussy in Hell.
From grace I have fell
Pussy in HeLL
Treading turbulent waters
Pussy in Hell.
Around your Grand Citadel
Pussy in Hell.
And sprung my Tower of London
There's no Pussy In HHHEEEELLLLLLLLLLL,


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Re-Edited 02/02/2024 @4 23 AM Pacific Standard Time