Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Yeti


It's commmiinnnggggggg....

3 comments:

  1. I'll drink that f*cker 'till I cannot stand.
    Then I'll drink it down on my feet and on my hands.
    So I say bring that b*tch on.
    If it's good, it'll soon be gone.
    I'm a beer poet, though I didn't know it.
    Seems I spew in rhyme,
    some of the time.
    Come the morn I'm sure I'll be feeling fine...
    ...perhaps some other time.

    Enough of this junk.
    You can tell I'm clearly drunk.

    Despite what you think, I'm not insane.
    I'm just playing for time while I download the rest of the Lion's game.

    So I put my hand to my chest
    and confess,
    I have 10 minutes download time left.

    This is serious poetry and not a laugh, it's time for me to watch the second half.

    Wanna watch the Lions play,
    perhaps I'll see you all Sunday.

    Come what may.

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  2. I am am going to type that rhyme in to my computer voice station and record a number one hit with it - The rhymes are off the chart! Fo shizzal pizzal dizzal gun bitch money ho...peace out to the A Town

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