Word Of Choice Poem by Jesse Swedlund

Word Of Choice



Another wing down the chute,
Walking home and found some loot,
Epic times here and now,
Sometimes I just dropp trou’.
Orcas are ohbeekaybee,
My pet squirell ain’t got rabies,
Elton John will never have babies.

Friday, November 20, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: epic
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Jesse Swedlund

Jesse Swedlund

Madison, Wisconsin
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