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The Guy Who Steps on the Rake

Poetry By: foldingover

Bad luck, misfortune, lack of personal hygeine.
Not really about me, just like the title and kinda went with it.

Submitted:Aug 31, 2007    Reads: 115    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

I'm the guy who steps on the rake

Painstakingly dodging

Face hit by the cake

I'm the guy whose pants rip

When he bends

Now showing off

His big fat rear end

I'm the guy with his shirt inside out

On backwards and dirty

Toothpaste on

The tip of his mouth

I walk around all day

With toliet paper strung from my shoes

Stains on my clothing

From yesterdays food

On a hot day

When I start to smell

I forgot the deodorant

If you couldn't tell

My zipper stays down

My pants act in conspiracy

My underwears all holey

Look real close, I bet you will see

You may offer gum

At the hint of my


I'd take care of myself

But I'm too



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