Mix it up I can't get enough I love, hate, and desire this stuff Get ready to pump; And in the toilet to take a dump. I see you're standing there fully erect But for a young and horny male, what do you expect? If you spank the monkey for a type of release Keep in mind to later give me a piece. Off of the sixteen bridge into Puget Sound In the water a suicidal person can be found What a fool they appeared to be-- Those above on the ledge are taking a pee! I'm getting sick from this awful aroma That seems to originate in downtown Tacoma A cross between brocolli and saturated cardboard That part of town I resist heading toward. Luckily I should happen to live in Lakewood Pass me a drink please, if you could I can't figure out what all of this means But bear in mind nothing is as it seems. Snow, avalanches, flood, and rain Hurt, lies, deceit, and pain Give me something else to readily enjoy A book, a picture, something I can destroy. Wow, I can't believe it's almost the next day Johnny hit on SW because he thought he was gay At least tomorrow's supposed to be sunny weather This poem makes no sense and doesn't go together.
Reason for writing:
What can I say? This poem doesn't make much sense. I guess I had a variety of ideas on my mind that day, and just put them all together. Who knows.
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