but the sharks back is a rough ride
and i would forget my cowboy pants
my dinky-wink would be lonely tucked in my belly
eskimo style, don't think it likes cool ranch
maybe twirly mustache music like dad plays when evil
and fist bumping socks
i think 'merica is too cold in february
and lady liberty is huddled behind the dumpster
with dim sum in her eyes and lettuce in her
armpit.
i think in dustbowl country, or oil lake whatever
theirs an abused poem writer who likes
nachos and uses doritos or doesn't because the flavours
are confused and the additives made her hair go red
yeah, snack abused poem writer from the dustbowl country
who peed in the ocean so it would be warm enough for me
to swim and i did
and i came to america!
but i ended up in mexico and when i asked to try some doritos
they laughed at me
and i cried.
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a poem about corn chips? do i really need to say it?
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on a different note, once again, i like the end
i will be changing the end- if bothered- this is a poem for someone i know. mostly scribble but with a smile, well meant emoticon poetry or whatever.
ha. the other thing "yet" was some rubbish i came up with tossing words around on my phone at the bar last night.
yeaa, i could tell. but i stalk you on here and there it was so
dildos are the last thing i wanna talk about. anf jsyk i don't really stalk you. i just followw you
that's even better right.
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