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February 23, 2006

Rhyming never goes out of style.

One boss hopping mad,
One cat sick, I'm sad.
One ipod broken (again)
and one zit on my skin.

Technology hating on me,
Nothing new, ya'll will agree.
I can break damn near anything.
Also, I cannot sing.

Had my headphones on my ears
(not with broken pod, so sad, much tears)
Listening to a little groove,
My boss caught me busting a move.

I still prefer limericks to poetry
That's how I roll, ghetto me.
Found some place I'd rather be
Paris, at night, 360 degrees!


Posted by laurie at February 23, 2006 12:21 PM