Suzuki Rm 250

(This is a fictional poem)

I asked a motorcycle dealer if I could have one of his Suzuki motorcycles for free.
I cried because he beat the hell out of me.
The next day I asked the dealer if I could have the Suzuki RM 250 for one dollar.
As he beat me violently, he hollered.
Two days later I offered him five bucks and he blew off my wiener with a 44.
I'm not much of a man anymore.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006



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