Short Poems
Holy mother, full of grace
Bless my boyfriend'd gorgeous face
Bless his hair that tends to curl
Keep him safe from all the girls
Bless his arms that are so strong
Keep his hands where they belong
Bless his dick, the one I sucked
Bless the bed, in whiched we fucked
And if my mom happened to walk in
Bless the shit I'd be in

Party hardy
Rock and Roll
Drink a keg smoke a bowl
We are stoners we have class
Fuck with us we'll kick your ass
For all you preps that think you're cool
Go to hell cuz stoners rule.
Mental anxienty,
Mental breakdowns,
Menstrual cramps,
Menopose...
Did you ever notice how all our problems begin with MEN!
I was here when you not
I went outside to smoke some pot
I wrote this poem to prove a point
Life's a bitch wothout a joint.
Sex is when a guys communication
Enters a girls information
To increase the population
For a younger generation
Do you get the information...
Or do you need a demonstration
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