dedalus Posted January 17, 2010 Share Posted January 17, 2010 (edited) Dum dum Dum de dumpy dum. There you go, Best part of the poem. Daddy You don't need to do that, Not when I bring my friends over. I know you have two pricks Port and starboard And my brother apparently came from one And me, the female, from the other, But do you really need to display them There on the couch In front of the Nine O'Clock News? So gross. Mama left so fast She forgot to take us with her. The leaves they wither On the trees And so do filial sympathies. My brother is a jerk. I learned to like baseball, It's the only thing we can talk about: McGwire took steroids, Woo, woo, woo! Bottom of the ninth, One woman on base. In case You think I hate you: I do. That's settled. I put rat poison in your beer But you don't seem to notice. Bottom of the ninth. At school They sent me off to counsellors One of them tried to rape me So I got arrested For assault. Permanent scars, I hope. The fault Lies not in the family But solely and entirely with me. Everyone, everywhere Will always always agree: Young Girls are Trouble. I love "Burn Notice"; Those simple homemade bombs. Edited January 19, 2010 by dedalus Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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