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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Well I broke out of Cook County Jail, With a plastic knife and a wooden pale. Me sentence was 2 years to me despair, I decided to escape, dig me way out, it took me 3 years to get out of there. Apparently, the guards knew about me escape Now I’m on the most funniest people cause they recorded it on tape. I digress, I must confess. This isn’t the story that I wanted to tell, I just went off on a tangent for a spell. It happened six months after, I remember the day, Yes, you guessed it, it was at the end of May. I remember I invented new words, how to cuss For I had an interview and was delayed by the ### Bus When it did arrive it was packed like sardines in a tin But the door open and I managed to squeeze in Well I ended up in the middle of the bus Educating the other passengers in me new words how to cuss. When I suddenly stopped in mid sentence you see For SHE was pressing back to back with me I could feel her long hair tickle me back And her awesome firm J LO ass Me mind started drawing pics of what she looked like From the twitch of me bits, told me she would tell to take a hike So I thought I would cop a feel With me hand I’d give her J Lo ass a squeeze that was the deal She wouldn’t know who it was, it being so packed tight Me hand would be concealed by the others out of sight I… gave her ass a squeeze Heart was pumping with excitement and me brain saying “Don’t forget the other hand please.” But… I felt a tap on the shoulder And the throaty voice that made me feel colder I turned to see A huge long haired, cross eyed, man staring at me Now for some reason the bus had emptied at the previous stop And left me with an ex-biker gang that made me eyes pop Well the last thing I remember was the tattoo Bullet Johnson He was the one that threw me out the window of a moving bus in Westconsin.
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