October 22, 2004
A Drunken School Poem... (and I don't even go to school!!!)
Check in mail
cash to spend
oops it is gone, wrong kind
learn and teach
under the lights
under the breeze
teach me about society
money you
money money me
now I pay
for the paper to learn
to learn the paper is nothing
money is special
like government
special like god
pay the bills
and for the beer
I poured my drink... in my ear
I'm not drunk
shut your face
you gonna finsh that, or let it waste?
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he he, I got a link, my blog must be funny
Posted at October 22, 2004 9:52 PMComments
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