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"My Poetry" is back
fires, are very hot\ntires, they're what i got\nliars, cook with pots\nbuyers, like me a lot\n\nwho wants chicken for breakfast\nwho eats gallons of snow\nwho jumps on the trampoline\nwho is spidermans greatest foe\nCHARLES BARKLEY\nYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY for soup\n\ndeer, not in my house\nbeer, it is his spouse\nclear, as a summer tree\nnear, the victorian bee\n\nchainsaws make rocket ships\ngoo is made from **\nchildren run along with he whips\nstew is made from boo\n\nwho can make cookies out of cheese\nwho is burping with chipmunks\nbacon is made from this mans genials\nnew raccoons drive in his trunks\nMARK WAHLBERG\nYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY for mullets\n\nvin van jin jan min man pin pan hin han zin zan\nporky worky torky gorky rorky forky\nziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAM\n\nYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY for peanuts\n\n\nstop signs\n\n\nwhat did you think
These confessions aren't funny, weren't funny the first time, they're trying too hard, and I'm getting sick of them. Is this the best you can do?
Is Charles Barkley related to Gnarls Barkley?
Your poetry ** donkey **.
Marvelous! Oh, poet, how my heart aches for thee! Please never leave again!