They say that Dick was healthy, but he died
He died of this great malady: free porn
Young Dick, he was addicted deep inside
Each night his deep addiction was reborn
He surfed the net for nudes and nipple shots
One day he found free videos to watch
He stroked his junk while watching, stroked it lots
They found him dead with both hands down his crotch
Young Dick was smiling broadly when he croaked
He thought he had the matter well in hand
He had a deathly grip on what he stroked
I’m sure to die was not what Dick had planned
The porn was free, but freedom had a price
His final thought was this: free porn is nice!
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