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Third degree burns

Poetry By: RJohnson
Humor


Tags: Humor


THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.


Submitted:Dec 22, 2007    Reads: 111    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


When I syphoned some gas out of my brother's car, part of it went on my shirt.

He set me on fire with his lighter and it really hurt.

The gas on my shirt made me light up like a Christmas tree.

If you look up the word pain in the dictionary, you'll see a picture of me.

My brother is losing patience and he keeps getting meaner.

I have third degree burns all over myself, even on my wiener.

I have some advice that will save your ass.

Never steal any of my brother's gas.





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