Trash bag suits,
****** innuendos galore.
She’s a potato!
He’s a pterodactyl!
Well, she just transformed,
She’s now a sock.
Bro *******
Analyzing bread.
She can’t comprehend.
Snapping,
Shoddy renditions of West Side Story.
Bashing,
On my observational skills.
This is normal,
It is routine.
No drugs,
No mental asylums,
Just my lunch table.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC
Trash bag suits,
****** innuendos galore.
She’s a potato!
He’s a pterodactyl!
Well, she just transformed,
She’s now a sock.
Bro *******
Analyzing bread.
She can’t comprehend.
Snapping,
Shoddy renditions of West Side Story.
Bashing,
On my observational skills.
This is normal,
It is routine.
No drugs,
No mental asylums,
Just my lunch table.
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