"guuuurl" poems
where I can say ****
without feeling Muck
and I can also eat greasy hotdogs
I can be covered in grease.. and nasty ****
and my boss...
is like...
hey, that's cool because you're here to ******* WORK
not to look good, or impress your suitemate
I don't know why I said suitemate.
that doesn't make sense.
ugh
who's a poet and doesn't know it?
this guuuurl
;)
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC