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hallawayjoe Andyland 2013-12-03 4:37 AM Another poem about boobs Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) |
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The boobs are flying in my face Milking me, no, that is not what I meant to say There is a poem here Somewhere And I have to pee My body is disintegrating Hooray! I have never read war and peace Naked Nor have I ever been nor am I now a Member of the communist party The sun is coming out today I always wonder what could have been Had we met... Me with my urination You with your boobs... This doesn't sound Very good does it...perhaps I never should have said it Perhaps there is no poem here, perhaps the sun shan't ever shine again There... I used shan't in a poem Cut me some slack, for the world is spinning out of control, and no length of rope can keep me tethered... But those breasts.... Those breasts. |
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