Dour Jones - Poem by Denis Holzhauser
There are some things that are always worth doing,
Going to bed, eating toast, or just some plain old fashion screwing,
Seldom is the day where all the choices are really easy,
Or a time when your fried eggs aren't greasy,
Why is the finds you have to spend,
Always run out before the month's end.
Ever notice that girl you'd like to screw,
Really wants nothing to do with you,
Seems in life even if you're easy to satisfy,
When you get to the end, you're still going to die.
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