Thursday, July 16, 2009

Ralph Waldo Lamerson


Do not mock Ralph Waldo, for he has the soul of poet. Only the body of a douche.

In his spare time, Ralph pours his heart out as free verse in a ragged notebook he carries with him:

“Yo, I need food. Is KFC still open?”

“Where da bitches at?”

“Dag. My armpits smell like prune.”

Do not let the star tatts fool you. It is the free verse of a street poet.

Hers is the perky smile of a young, confused doe. She has wandered into the path of her street poet, only to think to herself pensively, “He thinks I look like Katie Price! Katie Price is like OMG!!”

OMG, indeed, young doe.

OMG.

# posted by douchebag1

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