The Wizard Of BlahsA Poem by The B***h On Her Knees
I bet he sits there scratching his a*s burping with hemorrhoids and day-old stubble everywhere
he probably gets home and crashes on the couch snoring tv blaring
I bet his laundry is piled up for days litter box full dogs loose fridge empty
I bet he gets lost on remote highways gets tickets for things like parking wrong and he probably asks for directions all the time
his pantry holds kids cereals and twinkies his bathroom has no clean towels rings around the tub stained toilet and toothpaste splatters on the mirror
he might have two or three women on his phone numbers I mean one is his ex wife the other is his mother
his potted plants are dying his truck smokes and so does he and his ideas fizzle fast
this must be the reason he reigns so supreme online
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