| My dumb poem I wrote about the fitting rooms all the crazies are out today but they didn't come alone they brought their crazy friends with them and their cover is now blown you can't be drunk at 11 am and think that I can't tell 'cuz you're swearing at the top of your lungs and buddy, boy do you smell! and now come to think of it it seems everyone's had the thirst cuz they all need the bathroom RIGHT NOW OR THEY WILL BURST so I'm stuck here now with over an hour to go and i wish the crazies would go home already! - you know? |
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