this poem is dedicated to a boy…a very special (and I use that word loosely) boy that if he reads this than he’ll know its for him.
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how can I say this delicately?
the fact is you kind of stink.
not to mention you have buck teeth.
i am sorry to say that there is just no way.
i am not getting you laid.
i know I said I was being delicate.
but this is as nice as it can get..
your feet are big and your back is hairy.
the mole on your cheek is kind of scary.
you’re be offended when I say this.
but you look like the creature from stargate 7.
when you get mad I want you to remember…
through this all I was being delicate.
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I’m just kidding. This poem isn’t about anyone I know haha but this is what happens when I’m bored.