New Poem & Osama bin Laden kept a diary?

Hey Bitches!!!!! Here's my new poem, enjoy!!!!

As I swipe my gold card,

I feel release.

As I strut and pose,

I feel at ease.

As I pretend to like you,

I feel breezed.

As I glance and laugh,

You feel diseased.

So, what do you think? I know you love it :)

As a fan of the Sarcasm Society, I read one of their posts about Osama's diary. What would the worlds #1 terrorist write about on dark, gloomy nights with fiery passion? I'm sure he described, in great detail, how he would film the greatest 15 seconds of porn: Justin Bieber, Rebecca Black, and a special guest from bin Laden's childhood village... titled: 2 girls 1 goat

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It's kinda like that question of:
would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Let's try to use a goat instead:
would a goatfuck fuck if a goatfuck could fuck Osama?

I'm confused, why would anyone find a goat ass attractive? I don't get it... they smell! Maybe his six wives got fat and ugly; maybe the goat smelled better? That's a scary thought; though, entirely possible.

 

Love,

Jackie ^_^