Pinay teen singer,
Water works in a minute,
Second buzzer hit.
No golden buzzer
Left for Pinay teen singer,
Crowd stood for her.
One thing leads to another and another and another
If it didn't, life would stand still till the final buzzer
No thrilling stuff
Just run round in the buff
Molesting young fillies by grabbing their rudders
One thing leads to another and another and another
If it didn't, life would stand still till the final buzzer
No thrilling stuff
Just run round in the buff
Molesting young fillies by grabbing their rudders
One thing leads to another and another and another
If it didn't, life would stand still till the final buzzer
No thrilling stuff
Just run round in the buff
Molesting young fillies by grabbing their rudders
.
The buzzer went buzzzz
Heat from moist heat now hotter
Red roasted boo ta'
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About This Poem
"It sure smells like
March Madness in here,"
I offer with a grimace, scanning the
room for the cadaver responsible for the
acrid cloud of aroma
lingering. If I possessed
a machete, I would
lop my own nose off,
but not to spite my face.
As I wonder how paint still
manages to cling to these long
suffering walls, I step into a
brown bag of sweaty
debris while the host
does his own adept bit of sleepy
dribbling, that mighty
roar of a snore punctuating
my discontent with affinity.
I try breathing through
my mouth before grabbing a
longneck, tossing it down like a
game-winning three-pointer with
no time left on--
the clock, on the wall, that’s it! My
lips drop a doozy of a lie as
I tear past the beached flesh
of my once dynamic friends.
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