Suffering Suckertats Poem by Awsome Wells Dickenson

Suffering Suckertats



Suffering Suckertats all you teeny Boppers
Suffer under me your young Guru
Rise up every morning
Sometimes life is stiff
Especially for young males
Teeny Bopper girls paint your faces
Gloss your lips
Place a ring anywhere you like
Suffer to me you teeny Boppers
Suffer, suffer, suffer
Oh theres the dinner bell
Its supper time

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