Buddies,Its hardly suprising, I guess, that wherevr you find HO NEGGERS ...... youll be sure to find Layers.
-- Pimp Polanski
Are you calling me fat?
You talkin to me?
I wish I was a taxi driverThough I would not be niceI would not leave any survivorsCuz I'd run over Malach twice.
Crazy Travis Bickle,On a rampage wif a gun,Shouda known that throwinRottn turnips is more fun.
The law does not allow for oneTo take another's lifeBut that don't mean that I can't stabA photo with a knife.
You could have used these images in your AngryMan tribute. That guy went to school to be a layer.
Stabbing photos -- not a bitOf torment does it bring.A photo of a elephantIs NOT a living thing.
A photo of an elephantIt seems, at least to someIs, in fact, a thing from lifeBut WHO's that fucking dumb?
Arrival of th elephantsCausd me to take a look.Especially since they all leapt offTh pages of a book.
When elephants drop stool samplesMalach, like it's lootGoes around collecting themAnd wears a rubber suit.
Rottn turnips, elephant dung --Talk about yer DRAGS!Id write a poem about it, butI hear that shit's fer FAGS.
It seems these poemskis featureLots of Malach "inside jokes"But who cares? It ain't like theyAre read by other folks
I let my wife do all the workWhich takes a lot of GUTS.I don't do a friggin thingAnd she works for PEANUTS.
While you count upA thing or twoHere's anotherPoemski for U
And in caseYou thought you were doneHere's anotherFriggin' one
The Show is closin'Down; tick tock!I gotta beatThe goshdangd clock!
Here's anotherPoemski for youI hope it canBe counted, too
Oh my gosh!The end is near!O how I WISHThat Malach was here
Winding down The Show for youMust be sompm hard to doEspecially when I know it's trueThat I keep posting poemskis for U
Please don't go!I'll stay and beg!I'll even cutoff Sirdar's leg!
Cuddles, cookies,Inside jokes...Where are poemskisFrom other folks?
So long as youHave got the timeHere's one more commentAnd one more rhyme
Will chinkbots tearThis place asunder?As though it wereA Wand of Wonder?
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