Poems for the Summer months

[Cuz]

I suppose it really begs the question whether we should all compromise our face in some way in order to strengthen our character. I know there are African tribes that cut the baby's face.

I think you should go visit that tribe and speak your poetry to them you know get to know them and report back to steroid dot com forum

[Fluidic Kimbo]

I think you should go visit that tribe and speak your poetry to them you know get to know them and report back to steroid dot com forum

I shall draw from my creativity and utilise my poetic license to write a poem about you in the role of a cartel victim.

Stationary Trucks
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Ain't no trucks in these parts no more
Alabama's roads done closed forever more

One fine man moving containers from port to base,
no one would have imagined he'd end up without a face

Cartel done nabbed him on Alabama's windy roads,
customers be complaining they never received their loads

Once transporting containers full of car rentals,
not so frequently anymore since they made a dog eat his genitals

The beat, beat, beat of the heart in his chest
-- life so precious, so why choose a child to molest?

Dodging the cartels is easier than pie,
unless you make yourself a target. . .
trucking children from kindergarten to the paedophiles to die

Ain't no trucks in these parts no more
Cuz done left the reservation,
and done widowed a whore

[Cuz]

I shall draw from my creativity and utilise my poetic license to write a poem about you in the role of a cartel victim.

Stationary Trucks
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - -

Ain't no trucks in these parts no more
Alabama's roads done closed forever more

One fine man moving containers from port to base,
no one would have imagined he'd end up without a face

Cartel done nabbed him on Alabama's windy roads,
customers be complaining they never received their loads

Once transporting containers full of car rentals,
not so frequently anymore since they made a dog eat his genitals

The beat, beat, beat of the heart in his chest
-- life so precious, so why choose a child to molest?

Dodging the cartels is easier than pie,
unless you make yourself a target. . .
trucking children from kindergarten to the paedophiles to die

Ain't no trucks in these parts no more
Cuz done left the reservation,
and done widowed a whore

Come on over here to Alabama I got some poetry for ya.