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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required -Unedited- Sad strange little man, You should, no wait you have to ditch the bar That's on your to do list 7 days of the week Cuz you start to think you're unique using you're technique But really you're just a freak Sad strange little man, You know it's only getting worse You start to curse then you're stealing Purses from nurses (wait stop that's the cops!) You sicken me you drunk chicken you! You make me wonder, how you're still stuck with her If you're afraid of the night I'm surprised your pocket's still alright If you can survive on booze Then surely you can choose, To lose the loco in your noggin Sad strange little man, You should really get a better hobby When did you start calling Robbie, Zimbabwe? Cuz you start to think it's alright to start a bar fight But really you're not that bright Sad strange little man, You know it's only getting worse You start to curse then you're stealing Purses from nurses (wait hold on that's john!) You sicken me you drunk chicken you! You make me wonder, how you're still stuck with her If you're afraid of the night I'm surprised your pocket's still alright If you can survive on booze Then surely you can choose, To lose the loco in your noggin Cause last night you didn't come home! And we were all worried sick that you were dead Or worse down at the tavern again It's like we have to have iron bars just to keep you in Is this a prison cell? Do we have to have our eye on you all the time? Oh it's brave how you look to the bright side You're not afraid of dying, Just scared to death that there won't be a bar in the afterlife So get out, get out Cause these colors are blurry No you never worried Your mind is an open door We don't know how you are anymore You're a drunken chicken and it's too late For the WORST POEM CONTEST This is absolutely appalling to me on so many levels. Looking back at it now it's sorta funny, but wow! Where in the world was my brain at when I wrote this!?
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