I gave up art & illustration for writing way back in ancient times (okay early 90’s). I just realized a few weeks ago that my art & writing fed off eachother. The art and drawing i did, was/is an actual funneling of my sub/unconscious mind into visual reality.
©️ Jacob A. Pickard. 2026.
PG-13 version
Fuck the front you sell
Sit there and say you wish me well
Suck my energy like a vampire
I’ve had enough, it’s down to the wire
F-A-F-O, fuck around and find out
Hyping yourself up, trying to get some clout
I stay ten toes down
Forget your ass, you MF clown
Built different, better recognize the game
I ain’t tryin’ to glow up and blow up for the fame
No cap, no filter, fax no printer
Looting our minds in the dead of winter
I’m out
You’re about to fuck around and find out
R version
Fucking and sucking
Flippin’ and rippin’
Tribe Called Quest said, hot sex on a platter
He fucked me so good, nearly lost control of my bladder
Who’s the hostest with the mostest?
All the bitches on the west coast
Spittin’ game cause he wants to fuck me
He’s gulpin’ down my juices like it’s ice tea
Frenetic energy, like a gigawatt
Watching him go in and out of my tiny twat
inch by inch, he’s filling my slot
He cums so hard, it shoots out like a buck shot
I’m with that sexy guy
getting that cream pie
Getting my rocks off
till his cock goes soft
Hot
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