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I went to the hospital to visit a friend, and another friend wanted me to write a poem about it.
“I don’t do poems anymore,” I told her.
“For me?” she said. She gave me one of those soft looks, and positioned her hips just so. It reminded me of better times.
“Maybe,” I said. I had to go back to my ( Read more... )
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H'aint never read Bull-cow-ski,
But sumpin', yea, this I know:
I gots me cat for mouse-ski.
Yer' been to Walmart - Yo ho ho! -
Yer' been to Duke Duke too.
But, why, in duck duck goose ya' blow
And shit - the piper's flute* ya' toot!
So gimme' none your hoity-toit,
But gimme' some o' ‘dat!
Ya' know I love the soity girls
And der' curves and cracks.
Thumpity thump thump,
Thumpity thump thump
Meat curtains they go -
Thumpity thump thump,
(A stripper named Misty)
Ridin’ my junk for blow.
So what’s your trip, man, what you want?
I’m tired of yo’ shit -
I ‘membered Karen Finley, yea,
Her feedin’ me her clit.
So get your cello out, young man,
Young Matt, it’s time to go!
Let’s sing a dance, and tea, oh, man,
It’s time for tea for Totter for sho’.
*Jew’s Harp
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