Baby Ricochet
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Bad dayA Poem by Baby RicochetThey say death is silent He never makes a sound I got news for you pookey Death is f*****g loud Death sends tracer rounds Screaming at your h.. |
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Writerscafe wanna be startaA Poem by Baby RicochetWhat am I doing on writerscafe Dirty limericks and silly tirades Writing nonsense just to kill time Maybe it's just a way to unwind Low brow k.. |
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GorillaA Poem by Baby RicochetA poem about bodybuilding. The photo is of me |
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Low carb diet break downA Poem by Baby RicochetChocolate muffins and cherry pies Apple fritters of enormous size Vanilla cupcakes oh so sweet Cinnamon scones can't be beat English breakfast.. |
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The SliderA Poem by Baby RicochetI met a slider Oiled with sweet slippery skin I was very pleased |
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Goddamn poemA Poem by Baby RicochetIt's Another goddamn poem Written on a goddamn phone From Ricochet's screwy head Before he finally goes to bed There's nothing here to read in.. |
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Lead sledA Poem by Baby RicochetA lead sled is a leg press machine you'll find at any gym just like the one pictured. There's 24 /45 lb plates on that f*****g thing. On the way down .. |
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Oh my sweet loveA Poem by Baby RicochetOh my sweet love Your goddamn parrot bit me Look! I made two buffalo wings Just for you. Eat them while I watch Hhhhmmmm |
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The last day that came to passA Poem by Baby RicochetScratching memories Put a bullet through my brain The draped coffin waits |
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Boneless ChickensA Poem by Baby RicochetOnly Baby Ricochet could come up with something this fucked up |
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