A poem
Me thinks,
Red America and its Bushes
is Paris Hilton tipsy with power.
Like most drunks,
they concoct:
Everyone they hit on thinks them cute.
But the kitchen, stacked with last weeks BBQ dishes look,
We get from the neighborhood,
Is cause we have a bad whiff married to our mouths.
Red America and its Bushes
is Paris Hilton tipsy with power.
Like most drunks,
they concoct:
Everyone they hit on thinks them cute.
But the kitchen, stacked with last weeks BBQ dishes look,
We get from the neighborhood,
Is cause we have a bad whiff married to our mouths.
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