My Weekend
I had such a GREAT weekend that I decided to write a poem to adequatley express how I feel.
I ventured home Friday to quite a shock,
Turns out my landlord is a big fuckin cock.
He has decided that I need no lights,
And living in my house should be just like the night.
I called him to say what was the matter
He said "I'm on it", but it was only chatter.
No call back all weekend, so I'm moving out,
Frontkick to face and sidekick to mouth.
I ventured home Friday to quite a shock,
Turns out my landlord is a big fuckin cock.
He has decided that I need no lights,
And living in my house should be just like the night.
I called him to say what was the matter
He said "I'm on it", but it was only chatter.
No call back all weekend, so I'm moving out,
Frontkick to face and sidekick to mouth.
posted by Bleach at 10:18 AM
2 Comments:
You should make that into a song. You need a hook though. Something like:
Frontkick to the face yall,
Sidekick to the mouth, (what, what),
Frontkick to the face yall,
As I turn this party out.
Seriously though, sorry about having a bad weekend.
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