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Without you, there would be no dirty hoes or moldy dishes.
I'd hook up with a wild one in less than a New York minute.
Every night I'd go out hungry sharking with the guys.
Circling neon bodies until it was closing time.
Lantern fishing all night, poker games would be the norm.
Sure, would beat listening all night to an ogre's snore.
I wouldn't have to be the perfect gentleman.
I could proudly pick my nose and break the sweetest wind.
Never again would I fall victim to a case of deep blue balls.
I'd be notching headboards and knocking pictures off the wall.
Then again, nobody else but you would have my back.
You're a rotten lover but a pretty good down friend.
I've decided to ride the same old train,
until I run it completely off its track.
5/29/20
My wife told me she meet a guy.
She and I were having problems.
But she and I remained freinds and we
still lived together.
I bought her a phone for her birthday.
When she meet the guy she gave him
her number.
We switched phones days later.
She forgot to tell the man her new number.
Months went by and one day a guy texted me.
I was waiting for this.
I acted like my wife and talked to him.
I started flirting a he said he wanted to hook-up with me.
I said yeah and said I'd meet him at the "Chef Ritm's" Resturant.
I sat in the back. He came in: I started laughing.
He texted me
and I said I was outside.
I sat there looking at him.
I got up and walked right by him.
When I got outside I sat on my car.
I texted him and told him to comeout side.
Moments later he was outside looking around
and then...........( to be Continued!)
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My Wife Melisma
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If doubt becomes your best friend
Try and hook up with hope
You will see a faint light
Even if darkness surrounds you
Do not listen to the "she said this and he said that"
They are all out to steal your joy
If you love you
And you have one person that loves you back
All the negativity
Gets drowned in that love
Because if you don’t have love
You have nothing
But guess what
God loves you
You have something
No judgment
Just his love
You are sorted; so go in hope
Even if you can’t see
He is already there
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A meeting of the quorum
We’re takin’ this place by storm
Got to get back to the farm
By hook or by crook
We’re young, free and insane
Clothes all creased and stained
Our attitudes inane
And we don’t read books
Into the hive we go
And that’s where we’ll stay
Got a feeling we’re gonna
Get something done today
You wave this and I’ll wave that
Complain at the drop of a hat
Think I saw a diplomat –
Let’s follow his car
Hey, got any Depressions or wars?
Like the people who came before
Need to hook up with some righteous cause
To know who we are
So into the hive we go
And that’s where we’ll stay
Got a feeling we’re gonna
Get something done today
A moment right now is at hand
What it means, we don’t understand
Maybe let’s invite the whole band
Play songs by Free
Image is everything
It’s better than any brass ring
So plan our unmasking
On MSNBC
And into the hive we will go…
Dorothy and Toto went skipping
the Yellow Brick Road(she was tripping).
She had just smoked a joint--
getting high was the point--
and now she was bent on some stripping.
She thought that old scarecrow looked easy
(he'd be a good score easy-peasy).
She tripped on her slippers,
her gingham went rippers,
the scarecrow asked, “Up for a threesy?”
Now Dorothy said, “You've got nerve.
My dog is off limits, you perv!
Plus you see I'm a mess
with torn gingham, no less.
I don't seem to have the same verve.”
She managed to rise from the bricks.
Oh great, she thought. Lost in the sticks!
And her new ruby pumps
had just taken some lumps.
I hope Oz does a **** shoe fix.
“I've got a head bump from the twister,
so keep a good distance there, Mister.
My Toto's a killer,
he bite off your tiller
and all you'll have left is a blister.”
Dale Gregory Cozart
"They got it wrong", tin man said with a sigh
"Ten should be spelled with and e, not an I,"
"So here's a new plan,"
"Hook up with Ten man"
"On my bucket list you're very high!"
Pat Adams
Poor tin man’s willy was rusty
When aroused he’s feeling quite lusty
Dot gives him a greasing
His passion’s unceasing
Especially as Dot is so busty
Jan Allison
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