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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
your butt is wide,
and mine is too.
But I respect,
an ass so large.
With mass like ours,
WE should be in charge!
We can just sit down
upon any fool
and show the world
who's uncool.
Large and in charge.
That's the way it should be.
Large and in charge.
That works for me!
Violets are blue,
your butt is wide,
and mine is too.
But I respect,
an ass so large.
With mass like ours,
WE should be in charge!
We can just sit down
upon any fool
and show the world
who's uncool.
Large and in charge.
That's the way it should be.
Large and in charge.
That works for me!
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Mr. BunBun's Tattoo
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Mr. Gilbert
So here we are again,
Doing the same as we did before,
Waiting for the bell to ring...
Maybe today you'll do something.
We sit here waiting to be told what to do,
You sit there and tell us to stop talking.
You sit there and wonder why we do nothing,
We're waiting for you to do something.
So here we are doing nothing again...
Have you always done this before?
Have the others before sat waiting for you
Waiting to be told what to do?
Waiting for you to stand up and teach
While you were just biding your time?
Did they just sit waiting for the bell to ring
And waiting for you to do something?
So here we are again,
Same as we will hereafter,
Sa
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This is an old poem I wrote a long time ago, partially inspired by a Weird Al song of the same name. I'm putting it back up because I think you all should see it again. That and the first part of it is f***in' classic... 
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