You’re breaking up, robot voices
16th June 2008Cat piss and cunt ass-lickers
Those bitches don’t like me
That’s okay
Nobody wants to read about
Bullshit and banana muffins
I’m not writing it
I’m taking the boys
To town
Tonight
Picnic under the stars
In my best dress
And you
Off my checkered blanket
Pimm’s spit spray
from my mouth to yours
16th June 2008 at 10:29 pm
Oh, you’re SO passive-aggressive!
17th June 2008 at 2:58 am
Here’s a video link to embed with your crap poem.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VXa9tXcMhXQ
17th June 2008 at 9:10 pm
Like a navvy! I do declare I am appalled!
17th June 2008 at 9:20 pm
AUW: I see nothing passive about it! Doesn’t everyone write a poem when they are… oh. Oh, never mind.
Your Wandering Mind: Ha! Thanks. I watched it this morning and had the little beats in my head all day.
Jack: Yes, I’m afraid I have been known to be a tad uncouth. I am not ashamed.
18th June 2008 at 3:06 am
‘cunt ass-lickers’ - fucking superb! :)