Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Ode to a Hooker

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You sleep with people for money.

-a certain fink I know
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  1. I want freaking royalties for this poem when you make it big in the blogging world. And yes, I pronounced that "pome."

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