This is deep, and as soon as my side stops hurting I may comment. Deep, deep- doodoo-the second time today I laughed until I hurt. Sorry, Paris but I've seen you in and outof the Hooker Pants. Hasn't everyone?
And i thought the Real Paris Hilton was a dumb bi-tch.... I'd pay more attention in english class if i were you. You call this poetry. i call it garbage
What an amazing honour to have hooker pants worn on my behalf - and on a corner too! You poetry continues to enliven my soul - in some strange twisted way.
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