THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.
I'm going to kick his ass and give him some serious wounds to his head.
I raced the car last night and I bet the pink slip.
The other guy blew me off the road, what a jip.
When he demanded my keys, he and I had some words.
I told him to go to hell and then I gave him the bird.
He has big muscles as well as a car that's fast.
When I gave him the finger, he kicked my ass.
I put bruises on his hands when he put bruises on my face.
That's the last time that I'll drag race.
Poetry by Randy Johnson
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Written on 2007-11-20 at 14:00
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Drag racing
The car I bought wasn't as fast as the previous owner said.I'm going to kick his ass and give him some serious wounds to his head.
I raced the car last night and I bet the pink slip.
The other guy blew me off the road, what a jip.
When he demanded my keys, he and I had some words.
I told him to go to hell and then I gave him the bird.
He has big muscles as well as a car that's fast.
When I gave him the finger, he kicked my ass.
I put bruises on his hands when he put bruises on my face.
That's the last time that I'll drag race.
Poetry by Randy Johnson
Read 489 times
Written on 2007-11-20 at 14:00
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