That pounding

When I was sleeping with my girlfriend, I got caught.

Her dad was so furious that he tied my wiener in a knot.

A violent beating was what I got.

Believe me when I say that it hurt a lot.

That pounding is something I haven't forgot.

If you're wondering if I'll see her again, I will not.

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This is a fictional poem

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