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Poetry for people who hate poetry |
Oh! I walked for many a mile
Opium opium I use it in my rectum
Doth he strive for crack a jack? No!
He strive for hookers and hotel rooms
And boys in Greece
And War he fought for
Silly sod, he oft thought
For venturing so many a mile
Away from smokes and married women
And lo! He died of willy infection
And shagged his half sister,
To put the iron clod boot in.