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Thursday, April 29, 2010

Ode to a Douchebag

Ode to a Douchebag:

Sitting in the corner of the bus with his hair spiked up high;
Silk blouse, tight jeans; he think he's a cool guy.

Unaware of his surroundings, an emotionless expression covers his face;
Lips puckered, eyes straight forward; he lacks all style and grace.

But do not fear for the douchebag, for he knows how to deal with the hate;
one fist, two fist; And he proves that he's great...





...And this is how I pass my time while riding the bus.

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