blahblahblah 2 poems by Me
I have a friend
his name is sam
I don'ta knowa where to goa
nothing rymes with sam
oh yeah
Hot Damn!
Oh yay
I'm so great
I can hear the microwave in my songs
was that a dinner plate?
I must contemplate
bad poetry for a bad afternoon
wait
Its not noon
or after for a matter of fact
wait
there it goes again
The microwave in my songs
The radiation makes it wrong
I want to tell you what I'm listening to but myspace can't find anything by Ween
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