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I’ve been thinking about my first tattoo
And of what marks the man should do.
I think I’ll do an ode to those
Who have captured my au..
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A slap across the chub-skinned cheek of his face and he writhes in pain and curiosity, as he wonders still who this angel-faced torturer is.
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Oh baby,
Your baggy and self-disheveled style makes me hot in all the right places,
The way your pants hang so elegantly off of your waste,
Yet s..
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With the color of caution, and the texture of a rotten banana,
You are the rodeo clown,
Which distracts me from the angry bull I’ve become.
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The magnetic warmth of the weather is
Pulling my imagination out the door,
Yet my a*s stays planted in a hard plastic chair
In the back of the m..
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Come gather ‘round friends of the friends I have known,
And make peace with the fact that your all all-alone
With the fear that the reaper w..
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A lonely vibration wakes me from my slumber,
And grants me wicked whims to wonder,
Like abandoned ships I beg to plunder,
It turns me ove..
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Despite my overwhelming use of self-medication,
However constant and seemingly life-affirming it may be,
It bears no candle to the affect you have..
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On this one I wanted to try to simplify a little bit, I think the story is pretty clever and using the same basic rhyming words throughout was a techn..
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