by Jolie Blond
08/25/04
I met her from beyond the highway
poppin' uppers.
I can still recall
the boxer shorts she wore.
She was sittin' on the guardrail
in her slippers,
and I knew that I would
upchuck quite some more.
Her rabbi pimp said
I'd hate her dog forever;
she said
her basset hound was shy,
but who'd have thought
she'd yodel at a passing copper?
Not you. Not me. Not I.
He hit his brakes
and pounced
and busted her quite proper.
I watched her melt away
and heaved goodbye.
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