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My words wont ever hold a candle to Poe or Byron.
Rhymes about whiskey and loose woman.
No that pulitzer there really is no need in admiring.

For Im the guy that get's wasted and jumps 
over fire.
Gives everyone a good laugh.
But im far from  what women desire.

Im a jackass of poetry. Hi kids it's your 
old buddy john.
Ya know that jerk that slept with your sister
hit on your mom and passed out on the  front lawn.



The cop asked me for my license to which
I replied what the hell is that.
Officer Tillman  I belive i met your wife in a restroom 
down at the laundrymat.
She didnt do ya justice.
Cause you arent  all that ugly 
but you are kinda fat.

No my last name isnt Knoxville  but I 
sure had some fun in Tennessee.
Met darlin that left a burnin feelin behind just for me.

My life is like a tweenty four hour cartoon.
A wreckless wonder.
If ya wanna ride along theres always room.

Gotta babydoll I often reffer to as Tinker.
She's my favorite semi insane funsize drinker.

Got a amigo or two.
Some fake ID's  cause some people just happen to be looking
for me.
I thought you already knew.

Some people like to hate. 
Clive.  Forrest.  Ian.
Dont be jelouse your still living togather in the same basement
no hope ever having none inflatable
date.

Iv'e taken some pretty hard licks.
Put my mind in a blender .
Now all im left with is becon bits.
Im the  Jackass of poetry alone I hold the crown.
Some might call me a village idoit.
But I would say im most fun fella in town.

And if ya read this work and still cant see.
You can go to hell.
And thats one thing apon me my imaginary friends 
and my little badass tinker agree.

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