Declawed in a Beauty ParlorA Poem by Onoma
Satan is being decalwed
in a beauty parlor--full of snots. His dinky majesty looking out the nearest window. Satan is being declawed in a beauty parlor--he really should wait for his mommy. His horns are about to f**k him right. That's not enough--stay tuned brave souls. © 2025 Onoma |
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Added on October 22, 2025 Last Updated on October 22, 2025 |

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