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Man Jobs/Masturbation

Who am I?

I'm Just His Best Friend

When ever he wanted to go somewhere

He always asked me to go with him

We went out hand-in-hand

And back home holding hands…

Whatever he wanted to do for himself

He always called me to do it for him

He couldn’t stand alone for his own…

He said, “I’m his best friend

His life could be miserable without me.”

But the truth is, he treated me

Not his buddy but his slave

I’ve no right and freedom to complain…

And whatever his heart dictates

His brain and body desires

I always run for his wishes:

Bashing the candle

Buffing the banana

Choking the chicken

Cleaning his rifle

Cuffing the carrot

Polishing the banister

Polishing the rocket

Tossing the turkey

And walking his dog

Are the same terms

For the same job

With my magic touch

His dog became stronger and harder

And you know what I got?

His sweet smiles of satisfactions!!!

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