Whatever

Cincy Tacoma

 

Butt Poem

 

Man, I tell you what @Hobbs bout there-that dang ol meaning o'life, man. It's like this man, you'like a butterfly flappin 'is wings deep down in that forest man an'it gonna cause a tree fall like five thousand miles away man. If-an ain't no body see it nobody don-done-e'en know it happen you know ibda baby born into world int'know neck god dang friends got nothin but da go come into foind out about em ol evil man. Man see like, you don even know man. When-dyagon it'd like you born into this world man and you got- it's like this: dust in the wind man, or like a dang ol' candle in the wind man. You gon- it don matter man it's not the old oldies all th' time man. You know what I think man? It'd like the dang ol- I think therefore you are man.

 

That's deep, man

butt... paragraphs

 

Is dat kinda like sum sorta big booty sun dial?

 

For once, youse guys don’t sound like a bunch of dumb asses.

 

Doe’s must has sum pictures in dair!!!

 

Chew Gaia’s bottom? Can’t they just say “eat dat ass”?

 

I wanna see them rewrite this one:

Ha, sicker than your average
Poppa twist cabbage off instinct
Gritto don't think shit stink
Pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn (that's right)
Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there e'ry night
Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos

 

It wouldn't be poetry then, would it?

 

That is the epitome of poetry.

 

Sounds like the recipe for a sweet Dutch oven!!