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Drunken Poets Manifesto (Free verse) by Don-Quixote
sparkle eyes staring at me
cant you see, that I'm a barbarian
and a closet vegetarian?
yeah, i know I'm hiding
my emotions Mr freud..
suck my cock
let me rock the boat
lets see if you can float
in the raging river
sit there as i deliver
another round of jokes
and insults, feel the jolt
of my electric attitude
discover my aptitude
for clowning fools
one by one
and when im done
ill sing a song
about jesus wearing
pink panties, bent over
a leather couch for satan..
did you know that my friend
is a puerto rican just waitin
for a break at the welfare department?
of course you didnt
you were too busy
stirring the clam chowder,
you deaf motherfucker
boris, yeah, boris
you russian fur hat lovin
cocksucker
call me chris tucker
and lets forget this
unfortunate meeting
i can no longer stand
the fact that your breathing
let me cure that with my nine
and you'll be fine
left in a pine box
fit for a vampire
seems you did expire
like a safeway bargain deal
for rotten meat.
GANG BANG HALLELUJAH!!!!
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Posted: August 16, 2003 2:21 AM PDT; Last modified: August 16, 2003 2:21 AM PDT
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