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Award shows make my cock hard, but you don't (Haiku) by Bachus

Mtv awards! Everybody, let's watch P. Diddy's smoke screen. Why mom trampolines? That nigger can't sing, dear. Maybe he can dance? Because he is rich, and they feel sorry for him. What a hard knock life! Pray that the white stripes will turn their amps eleven 'till ears bleed Cobain.

Bachus 30-Aug-02/11:37 AM
my momma said poetry is like a box of chocalates...you never know when a metal smith will stand to comprehend the shape of it all.......it is a heart felt stab at those fuckers shoving down our throats...fuck them i say...serve it back to them rocket powered dildoed<to vulcan.......to z>...hey z....i gotta go to an audition right now talk to you later...thanks for your words, and love...see you later...sweetness! neatness. folding for flavorless love...hold onto the tail and whip it........h_^




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