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I am the Ghost of Wesley Willis: ROB LOWE IS HOT (Sonnet) by RO-B-LOWE ME PLEASE
Shall I compare thee to a handsome dude?
I shall, and shall not be ashamed
Your face in my mind has worldly fame
And in my fantasies, I must it include
When other faces pop in, I find it rude
I think my disquietous must be tamed
My admiration is as strong as I claim
For to my fantasies, your face is like food
Food for indulging in fatty delights
Food for stuffing in my goddamn fat face
Food that makes me so fat that
I only dare come out under cover of night
When I watch you leave home, then I give chase
But I never catch your eye, for I am very very fat
Rock over London
Rock on Chicago
Toyota: When you start me up
When you start me up I never stop
Let's give a hand for my opening act
Jeremi B. Handrinos
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