"The Dawn and Rich Fondler Daycare Center"
© 2022 Thomas Murphy
This website features some of my writings of the Macabre that are not suitable to be listed with the others. God Forgive Me If Some Of These Do Offend
Feeding At the Aquarium 07 09 2010
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They held his head deep down inside their childrens’ aquarium tank
Sharpened teeth then learned to scrape away at his skull
His voice became thick and dull
Mothers' that ogled and leered but wouldn’t spank
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They had stalked him throughout the day
He was innocent of crime and never gay
Taunting and slighting is how they made their way
The people with nothing good to say
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Goddess like women tempted and rebuff
Vying for a rib that creates good stuff
From a man weakened from lack of captive muff
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When a little of his scalp grew back
He was dunked again to resume the attack
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It’s okay, he does not feel pain
He can’t if we labeled him insane
Quick take another bite and resume the drain
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Tiny biters refused and with glaring enragement she mifted
No one will believe a small percent afflicted
Who didn’t know they were the truly gifted
He screamed in horror as they then sifted
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They did not seek him on a whim
He was a journeyman of strong ambition
On his travels far they isolated and captured him
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Whenever they saw the sight of his blood
The joy within them surged like a flood
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Suffering and fighting he became more immune
To the teeth that snapped and cut from the women with mouths of fume
He then deprived them of wiggly womb
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When possessions failed
Tempers heated and weak hands flailed
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Its’ always been this way she did reinforce
As she bit into his skin on her breaks from piercing discourse
Her husband couldn’t stop smiling after their divorce
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She then dried up with little spew
The once so proud of little few
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Thomas Paul Murphy
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Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy
Mostly Unrelated and Incoherent McCabre 07 08 2010
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If it’s a car that big and in sits a bitch
Does it have a boat and hitch
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Nails that were meant for scratching
Get yourself to cookie batching
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When he sees something different
We’s knows there’s trouble
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No I won’t look at you
And crash that car from Kalamazoo
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She got her butt stuck in the ladder chair
Did I help her, I didn’t dare
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Take your white trash ass
And use up some gas
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How come when I tell you, it is funny?
When someone else says it, you cry?
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I will drag you to the creek
And make you suck on a hermaphrodite
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How do they get a watermelon to be yellow?
They force it to have sex with a banana and a lemon
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Betty crotch hair
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Take Your Carp Bait and Head for the River~
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I lost my baby down by the river
She had my carp bait
It was made of liver
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Take your white trash ass
And use up some gas
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I feel much better now that I have beaten my slave
And I’ll feel much better when he sleeps in his grave
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I want to be an engineer
And after that I’ll join the army as a new queer
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Son I’m giving you all the materials to make your own dynamite
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Invention: “The Thomas Paul Murphy Portable Boat Ramp” for launching your boat places they don’t want you to.
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“Moth Ball Lozenge” (please don’t eat them)
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A Rootling Snout
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God Bless People Who Don’t Feel Compelled to Write Stuff Like This (Well to be fair to myself) at least I don’t feel compelled to post naked close ups of my penis hole or hair on nuts) And that wording there is almost too graphic for my own high personal standards.
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Thomas Paul Murphy
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Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy
The Deadened Bodies Song 06 10 2010
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Don’t I see something moving there underneath the blanket?
That’s just the deadened bodies
The deadened bodies
Can I take a look underneath the blanket?
That’s just the deadened bodies
The deadened bodies
What’s that hand sticking out there from underneath the blanket?
That’s just the deadened bodies
The deadened bodies
And now you’ll join them
And now you must join them
The deadened bodies
The deadened bodies
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Thomas Paul Murphy
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Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy