HE DOESN'T LOOK A THING LIKE JESUS. DAMN.
I've no words to rhyme with Jesus, man.
I'm runnin' outta shit to say
For this shitty ass day.
That's okay!
Nay,
Today,
I write about banana boats,
Cuz the other half of me said to.
So I write 'bout how they float,
Cuz I've got nothin' else to do!
And I wish I had a goat
To drown in a fuckin' moat.
Alright, this poem's dead.
"Thank god..." she said.
[Props to Blondie. 'nough said.]
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