People despise me saying I got a perverted filthy mind Believe you me this verse is gonna be an unhealthy find I spend my time snapping pictures of women with healthy behinds I was fourteen when I started exhibiting these signs I promise there’s no exaggeration in these lines Used to carry my camera to my auntie’s gym And click every time I saw this one blondie’s bum But butts were plenty in that gym it seemed like a bum symposium To me it felt like those women were actually posing them So my trusted camera could capture those round cushions To me this is an art, one that provides me sound visions And it ain’t like I expose these ladies’ faces All I do is take photos of their amazing bases I knew I was made for this and I started branching out I stared making money using this enchanting route People really loved the photos I was handing out Haunted coffee shops for girls sitting in or standing out Sneaked into fashion shows to click the cheeky models Doors or security couldn’t stop me from seeking more belles I have even snapped a few secret celebrity pictures When it comes to my work I lay down no strictures The only golden rule I care is customer satisfaction But that doesn’t mean I take clients like Michael Jackson My camera doesn’t capture children or even the male race I won’t compromise on that even if it means I won’t be able to save face Amongst my best sales are the butts of JLO and Britney Spears I don’t have to mention those aren’t a pair of itsy bitsy rears I caught them both at a bar trying to drink free beers They were both dressed in dresses whiter than the head of Richard Ger eNothing’s more ironic than Britney Spears in white And ain’t nothing more erotic than Jen Lopez in tights Then there’s Anna who’s hot as long as it’s no tennis fight Her pictures sell great even on her most heinous night Her butt’s clearer in my pix than the ones on any website You must be thinking I wrote just to advertise my collection That’s not true; I have another reason for this method selection Let me fast forward to my worry; let me tell you all about it I hope you’re in no hurry; you’re a writer so I doubt it The problem has everything to do with my latest client He’s a good customer and I’ve always been reliant But his latest need has totally wrecked my peace He wants a photo of the butt of my girlfriend, Denise, I’m left stumped, can’t figure out how I’m to act Never say no to my clients is my primal business pact This situation has landed me in a very tough spot Even a word against my girl is a bad enough thought But backing out of my job isn’t one of my functions, At the same time I’m being overwhelmed with compunction To do or not to do that is the question I want you to answer that with a good suggestion And don’t think me stupid I do know the obvious answer Forget about asking me to hire some helping hands, sir, I know I could just employ someone and give him the task But I work alone and don’t take help from any wimpy ass If anybody’s snapping my girl then I’m the one to do it The issue is whether or not I will afterwards rue it Also there’s a chance that Denise will finally find out Don’t want things to change, they’re perfectly fine now All I’ve told her is that I work as a photographer She is unaware that I’m really a buttock sniffer I so damn wish this client would get off of her This guy is more obstinate than Adolph Hitler I could turn him down, say no to the horny chump But he’s loaded almost as much as Donald Trump Nobody knows about this world in which I exist Mother nor sister know this is how I bought our Lexus So reply fast I need a way out this mess Make sure it’s one where I suffer least distress Some plan where I’ll end up with the girl and cash Not some stupid one which will make me whirl and crash Help me out I’ll definitely make it your time’s worth I’ll send you photos of any bum you want on this earth. Huge Pervert, New Delhi Dr. Pachas paise replies: I’m not suited to judge your mind’s condition Although I think your brain’s out of commission Your job definitely isn’t for the weak-hearted It stinks like the air when a dead sheep farted At first I imagined someone was pulling a prank The more I read the more it stank You’re nothing but the lowest form of paparazzi You wanna be a hero, go slap a Nazi You’re only fooling yourself sounding artsy-fartsy Taking pictures of women with their asses half seen You’re the biggest Jack of all the asses I’ve seen I’m very much shocked that you’re still alive and clicking But listen real close your clock is ticking Now or later you’re going to end up hurt Sorry for the tone generally I’m not this curt But I’m telling you man you’ve almost reached the brink You better call it quits and bleach your kink Best thing would be for you go see a shrink The storm will hit you and your ship will sink And stop calling what you do as work It just proves you’re a humongous jerk What you’re doing is a punishable offence The price you might pay could be very immense You’re hurting people’s families in a sense You’re preying on unsuspecting women having innocence Your habits seem to have eroded that aspect of inner sense Now when your girl could be the victim you feel the sting For the women whom you victimize it’s pain you bring But I see the issue for you is an entirely different thing I first got the wrong idea from your marks of ink I pictured you had finally learned your lesson Figured your perverseness would finally lessen It isn’t love or anything close that leaves you distraught Your heart holds nothing but various sleazy thoughts Concern for your girl isn’t what is upsetting you You just don’t want her to be suspecting you You don’t care if someone treats her badly You’re willing to make money off her gladly As long as you’re in the clear and not involved directly You’re playing up to a false image you’ve erected Just by delegating the task you think you’re free from blame You’ve pawned your morals for attaining money and fame The matter at hand is not about being true to your clients What you’re doing is against God and an act of defiance You belong with rats though you might dream of lions Exploiting innocents is what you judge as triumph You cannot cross bridges until and unless you try ‘em If you loved your girl you wouldn’t have needed my help You would have told your client to go straight to red hell And you wouldn’t have lied and side-lived a secret life Your personality sucks, it’s worse than being a stereotype You have wasted your life lusting after fame and money You adopted vulgar means and that’s the same as demonic However God is one who forgives even the worst Don’t you want a clear mind before you’re in your hearse? Death can capture everything but it can’t capture hope God can save your neck even if the devil latches on it with rope All that advice is under assumption you have plans to become changed Although from your letter you sounded more than deranged So if you’re planning to stick to your lifestyle then I have a request I know you find it proper in you what others find grotesque So be the proper professional and make good your promise You promised that my time will bring me photographic profits I think I know just what would please my most common sense Naked pictures of buttocks that belong to your mom and sis. nikhil sharda
Posted on: Sun, 25 May 2014 18:27:26 +0000
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