Bands a make her dance. A dollar will make her holler. So she must be worth a pretty penny, to flip open your wallet just to call her. "Hey baby, how much for a dance? Oh slow motion, yeah I like it like that." Her stripper name must be Visa for her rewards and her cashback. She can flap her wings to get your mind on track, of you spending your money all Welly-Nelly, and swiping your card down the crack. She's got you running to the private room like she's running game. If you fall in love with these strippers that's a tale of Two-Pains. How could a dime be worth a stack and arouse your spending range? I mean her game so tight she has your whole money roll entertained. And all she has to do is something strange for you to come out your pocket change. By: Thrystan Tate
I, for one, know I should be up and moving round. Round and round. And now and then, I do, what I'm supposed to do. But now and then, I also dig a hole or two, so the odds of me doing what I am supposed to do are slim. My homework's, in my bag. I am looking, quite sad. I don't want to do anything, today. And every day goes the same, so please don't make me do a thang. Because I, for one, am having oh so much fun.
Just a funny poem about my procrastination! (also it reminds me of Belle from Beauty and the Beast!)
Never drop kick an alien, Or they will shoot fudge in your ears, And nut in your eye. Then stick a needle in it, Then stick a probe up your ****** pipes.
Nobody wants those things done to them, so I advise that you don’t ******* the alien that took you from your planet.
Oh **** the E Mother ******* T is at it again, Stealing cows and ****. Running the farmers out of business. What do they need the cows for anyway. Is their planet running out of milk or something? Are their women not producing enough ***** milk for baby alien lips or something? Makes me so mad that I want to drop kick an alien.... But I need to keep it together, Because I know what they will do to me if I do.