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Poetry By: matto

wrote a poem to my buddy, felt kinda gay, called it a broem, no longer feel gay

Submitted:Feb 9, 2013    Reads: 27    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

Big and tough
Sweet and sassy
Coined the phrase 'ohh you're nasty'
No pants no shirt with a miss matched sock
YO kid! harewood sevy, they want a 20 rock
Actually hold up, that bitch she owes me money
Here's a 10 piece hehe charge her twenty
Walks on hands, dives off cliffs
Got some cheese, He down to sniff
Downs a beer and cooks a steak
Likes river and the sluts at the lake
Loves his momma he's kind and caring
But don't take as weakness, he once killed a man for simply staring
On the couch you can find him, a man at peace
Along with his key board, mouse and a dog with no leash
Likes joking around always down for a laugh
But a bowling ball for a fist if you're caught near his stash
Haha for you bro, shits and giggles
Thought this town wasn't worth pennies
You make it worth nickels


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