I'm not a pleasant fucker, I'm a pleasant fucker's son. And I'm only fucking pleasant because of number one.
Reason for writing:
My dad is a nice guy, and so am I. Unfortunately, the moon is not made of cheese and the world is not full of nice guys. But as I have discovered, if you put a nice guy and a nasty guy together on a desert island, the nasty guy will cause trouble and the nice guy will come out on top. That's because nice guys can be nasty too, but nasty guys are limited. This poem is dedicated to the memory of the Roman Emperor Augustus, who in my opinion was a nice guy, but could be nasty too. I wrote this poem while sitting in my car in a cull-de-sack outside the golf club on August 1 2005. I had a few minutes to kill before teeing off, and I hate wasting time.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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