March 17, 2010 - 18:17
Ass
I don't want a woman with class,
I want one with a whole lot of ass.
You can get ass,
but that doesn't mean you'll pass
your class.
So you'll end up nowhere fast,
just mast-
-urbating your way along with crass,
and sass,
so nothing of substance will ever last.
No gas?
You're doomed to repeat the past.
But at least you got some ass.
Collection of poems I've written over the years.
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