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the doormouse tells his tale

yo, dawg I remember this one time we was straight chillin I fell out and was sleepin hard, dawg my homeboys was actin the fool smoking that tea wildin out like they was straight mad party was of the hiz-ook then this little blond tramp rolled in takin bout whitey o’ some shit I was tore up, dawg sleepin in a muthafukkin teapot this ho flappin her gums bout this and that like we give two fucks homeboy, we was jess lookin to rip it up out of the blue this trick says ‘cat’ dawg, I jumped up running across the table moving furniture up in this here muthafukka my homeboys lit out after me hollerin like big dawgs one a’ those fools we like to call the Hatter went to rubbin a bit o’ jam on my nose a little on the gums you how we do anaway that shit did the trick and I fell out hard like a muthafukka passed. the fuck. out. hit the bricks and skid my chin you feel me? bout that time this little trip rolls in talking about being late n’ shit that Hatter straight destroyed his rolex send homeboy to cryin like sissy dawg, that shit was the craziest party we still talk about the madass shit …..never knew what happened to the blond chick was a trip ---
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Written by
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American
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Apr 21, 2016
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poetry month prompt 21

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