11.21.2008

Poetry from my girlfriend

I don't like you

I don't like you
because you're old.
You're not smart and
you don't fit the mold.

Don't act like a dog.
Hey, what's that on your back?
Scott, you're name doesn't have a 'J'
plus you're teeth are black.

Please not on the lips,
you silly little boy.
Reggae is just weird
and constant carsickness annoys.

Well, maybe I'll make
an exception. You're lucky I'm fair.
The fat guys did like me;
duh, I'm not scuurrd.

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