a really bad poem that means well

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laughs and ((hugs)) hell maybe even some drugs
that’s what my bitches could be made of…

margaritas, potato juice, whiskey and gin
oh that’s what my bitches are pickled in…
(well there’s the one who likes latte’s but her liver’s already in)

babies and men (when they show or behave), shoes and the pen
that’s much of my bitches days are made of

bedazzled shivs, cakes with shanks and matching sequined shorts & tanks
that’s what my bitches make a fight of

funny and strong, wounded and healed, fierce, scarred and talented
that’s for sure what my bitches are…

well, there was this one from nantucket… but, we shived her and threw her in the river.

thanks for makin my day bitches… jazz hands!

 

[youtube]http://youtu.be/rp6cOgmY234[/youtube]

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I am the full time rider/conductor of the Bi-Polar Express (2.oh!) Welcome to my ride. Please keep hands and feet inside the pretty pink car at all times, for your safety of course. Rose colored glasses are not only encouraged, but required.

10 Responses to a really bad poem that means well

  1. Paula @ thewilyweez says:
    12/02/2011 at 05:23

    I love this poem!!!

  2. Becca (aka SMC) says:
    11/23/2011 at 13:17

    OMG ho you made me sniffle and stuff… this poetry of yours is rocking my face off…………

  3. From the Mind of a Madman says:
    11/22/2011 at 21:45

    That poem is like taking a quick poetic peek into the mind of all my exes!!! Its real good. Very nicely done!

    • you gotsars! says:
      11/23/2011 at 06:23

      if you say so but I was feelin some pressure. I think I was even sweating. Enough so that I didn’t notice the spanish subtitling on my video. ugh

  4. Jen says:
    11/22/2011 at 20:27

    Oh my fuck. . .I am verklempt. Talk amongst yourselves. This is AMAZING! My defunct liver and I bow down before you.

  5. Elizabeth-FlourishinProgress says:
    11/22/2011 at 19:48

    What is that wetness in the corner of my eye? Could it be…a tear? nnThis is the shiznit. You’ve been holding out on us, haven’t you? All this poetry skill. HOW DARE YOU

    • you gotsars! says:
      11/23/2011 at 06:26

      sheeeiiittt…. I’m available to write for weddings and funerals because nothing puts the fun back in funeral like a good ‘ol shiving.