Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the wee hours of the morning. Other than being with my babby girl and her mom.
Anywho, thanks vs for teh shoutout and opening to revel in trite rhymes and bad meter. Or you can blame SMcGILF (totes heterosexually, of course).
Poetry, like your mom
Like the storm before the calm,
She rides me.
Your mom is easy.
And we're fornicating.
She is easy.
Easy like Sunday Morning-cating.
Left here for some reason
Perhaps your mom to be pleasin'
Left here for some rhyme
Your dad's ass is sublime,
But what's moar
Yer mom's the whore.
Your father's ass is a popular destination
For sex tourists with a love of degradation.
For the truly depraved, there can be no other,
Except for the whore that's your mother.
Anyways, thanks for the distraction. I guess this round of insomnia is related to being conditioned to wake at around midnight - but I've a plane to catch in six hours, so I really must sleep.