pkybear

As of late I have seen people posting either some really radom ass cool thoughts or real good song lyrics. So I have here for your reading pleasure a kickin' ass poem, by a real good friend of mine.

Fuck Class

being never quite able to get laid.
always a day late, dollar short,
dick too small

I decide to enroll in fuck class
where the professeur looks sorta like sean connery,
but with a thinner toupee

"The secret to getting laid is a well made martini,
shaken, not stirred."

and suddenly i'm shaken, not stirred.
wondering what the fuck i'm doing
in this fucking fuck class,
when my problem isn't fucking
it's getting fucked.
over and
over and
over again.

by my bud jeff.