I apolgise in advance for offending anyone, but this is the poem du jour.
It was sent by e-mail this evening. I assume it was computer regression therapy time for "Pistachio".
As I've stated, I was shocked. I mean, can there actually be a market for these.....rancid rhymes?
So here's the latest, in all it's "gory glory".
Dreidel
dreidel
dreidel
I put you on the table
and smashed you
with a fucking ladel
Miss Muffet
Go stuff it
Bo Peep
Blow it out your sheep's ass
You think I'm crass
I love you but tell me
why
why
why don't you all love
me
me
me
memememememememememe
Damn the torpedo sandwiches
to a hell without mayo
take your stupid halo
hollow
hay stack rack
Jack in the corner
the beanstalk
the pulpit
be nimble
you're a pimple
on the abdomen
of abdominal
sorry
I have to take my
mankind
medicine
now
would you like
to trade?
