they call me coach

they call me coach

A Poem by Scooby

THEY CALL ME COACH

.. ..

I’m so f*****g high

I really think I can fly.

C’mon, guy. Wanna try?

Don’t be shy, dude.

I wouldn’t lie, dude.

Though you may cry

Or wonder why

Just come with me, my dude.

You’re not gonna fall

Out of the sky and die, dude.

See that girl?

Ask if she’ll touch your balls.

Then when she does,

Turn off; ignore all her calls

And laugh

Whenever the b***h falls.

What’s that?

She’s only fifteen, dude?

Boy, don’t be retarded

Hit this green, dude.

Get back over there

And f**k her… Mean, dude.

Alright, lets go

Somewhere not very near.

We gotta

Get the f**k outta here.

Here’s the keys and a beer, dude.

Why’d you have to

Put it in her rear, dude?

I didn’t tell you

To f*****g do that.

It was f*****g awesome, though!

Soon you’ll be where I’m at.

Me, on the other hand,

I’da used a splintered baseball bat.

Like, “try to walk, b***h”

While I slice up her cat.

But you’re learnin’ quick, dude.

Stay buzzin’

And think with your dick, dude.

Cuz we’re crashin’ another party

So hit this again

And get em nude dude.

I’m out.

© 2009 Scooby


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Added on September 19, 2009

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Scooby
Scooby

Las Vegas, NV



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