Rhyme Thyme, L.A.

Oh twinkalicious boozebag,
Please save a drop for me.
Don't turn that dial.
Sit here a while.
We'll talk of Britney.

You'll talk of pain and anger.
I'll rub your aching head.
Come morning's light,
We've staked the night
Right through its heart of dread.

And in the heart of morning,
I'll clean up your regurge.
You'll feel the tile.
I'll smell the bile.
And battle my own urge.

I'll do battle with my longing
To stand above and gloat.
You need not earn
This lesson. Learn:
Sorrows, my dear, they float.

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Is anyone looking out for this boy?

Comments

[Trey Givens]

Someone should cuz he actin' like he ain't got no mama.

[BoiFromTroy]

I'm laughing out loud as I am crying inside...

...this is hilarious! And to think I was going to go drinking tonight because I was pissed off about something that happened today...