Po-ems these days
Often leave me in a haze
They try to deter my gaze
As I hope it's just a phase
Skill level means nothing
If you always end up flunking
On yesterday and today's age old trend
If one still lacks the goods
Why not fax in some hoods
To add to an otherwise cold winter
So lounging one day
I decided to sift through the hay
So please refrain from the hinder
But scrolling away
I find a knot in said hay
And I thought it was about time to sic her
Po-ems these days are dumb
I'd rather **** my OWN thumb
They're as utilitarian as my ***
Which is something I often forget to wipe
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
Po-ems these days
Often leave me in a haze
They try to deter my gaze
As I hope it's just a phase
Skill level means nothing
If you always end up flunking
On yesterday and today's age old trend
If one still lacks the goods
Why not fax in some hoods
To add to an otherwise cold winter
So lounging one day
I decided to sift through the hay
So please refrain from the hinder
But scrolling away
I find a knot in said hay
And I thought it was about time to sic her
Po-ems these days are dumb
I'd rather **** my OWN thumb
They're as utilitarian as my ***
Which is something I often forget to wipe
I wrote this in a flying Bugatti.
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