My Rhymes Are Dope (haiku)
black bag at my feet
sweaty head on bus glass
get me home, driver
I have three beautiful sons that are lucky enough to look like their Mother. I spend all of my time with those little bastards. I'm rated 18th in the World for Competitive Eating. It makes my Mom nervous, she thought I was going to be a Doctor.
black bag at my feet
sweaty head on bus glass
get me home, driver
Labels: haiku
2 comments:
u r so down wit it
word.
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