You know that fuzzy feeling,
when you just meet a girl,
shit is working between you two.
Now it's all gone,
the love has evaporated like the bong water.
Fucking global warming is taking all the Dihydrogen Monoxide away.
Fuck, to take a ride on that cycle would blow the hair right off your fucking head.
Did you know Dihydrogen Monoxide cycles are cause of 500 dead Americans every year.
Yeah I figure I can just make up quotes, form fake graphs
people will just figure I'm some kind of genius with a big, big penis
that knows his math.
I guess I have a bulging indulging submarine that.
Oh no, go ahead. You can have the greens.
Ya. No problem. No, thank you very much.
Now where was I...
Oh yeah, kangaroo jack is the biggest silverback gorilla of the most eastern-west, north section of Maryland, Maine.
And
he
has
a mean left hook.
If ya ever get in bar fight with that primate never call him a baboon or you'll come to understand real soon.
So, I was walking down the street one day,
this fucker walks up and asks for a fucking smoke,
I told him do I fucking look like I smoke?
He told me I looked like someone that would smoke.
Yeah I smoke but not that brown crap that you now has to have.
Too bad huh?
He crossed the street.
That was the real shocker!
I thought I was going to have to be rude with the,
"get your own bag loser" routine.
Well so, that's it.
That's that stinky smell-it-through-the-bag shit.
If you started something you cant quit, then support it.
This is a freeverse poem I wrote on the 10th of april 2006, I think it was about not giving up on old love for new love, or maybe some bullshit like that.
March 13, 2008 | April 30, 2008