The Worst Kind Of Person Poem by King Happy

The Worst Kind Of Person



Drive a stick-shift
and flip your Lamborghini
into a family of four,
then you'll be a man.

But not until you
chew nails and
hammer teeth,
then drink lemonade
to close the wounds.

And while you're at it
stop feeling -
shut it down.

Press the red button
while nailing your
wife's best friend, but
whatever you do

Don't be irrational or
emotional and
write poetry

Wednesday, July 15, 2015
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