we have anything
in common
the fact is,
I don't even
know who the
hell you are
but you must be
pretty special
You're so special
someone wrote
Happy Birthday Leah!
on the back of your
car with white shoe
polish,
It makes me want
to find a filthy
restroom
and hurl the rest of my
Big-Mac into the
nothingness
Leah I hate you so
much, I hope a bird shits
on your new
designer handbag
1 comment:
Let me tell you, a poem like this will wake you up early on a Sunday morning. Has Ross read this? He'll be drooling.
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