SHORT FICTION THAT CAUSES A CHUCKLE, LAUGH, GUFFAW OR PSYCHOTIC REACTIONS

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Dirt on my Shirt

I gots dirt on mah shirt.
More dirt than a flirty skirt.
Yah kiss me cuz I know what's best.
Like that time I drew ya face on my chest.
It shoulda been in disappearin ink.
That memory now starts to stink.
Its' all good though I'm movin' on.
It don't pay to meet girls in the john...

1 comment:

Tor Hershman said...

they don't write 'em like that, anymore