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A poem about potties by a literature major Would be an affront, to their truest of nature A respectable author would never sink so low To write about farts and how they can blow
They crone about sunsets so beautifully bright Never some movement you had that same night All must conform to what the learned half thinks To smell their own crap, would just prove that it stinks
They believe in the subject, not how well it’s displayed They should ponder of silk, or how it is made No matter the dressings, we all do the same dance And even an artist, can mess his own pants |
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Posted On: 03/17/2008 7:21AM | View Duroth's Profile | # |