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Paxil Days Ambien Nights

Posted by SummerSanders on February 3, 2004, at 15:42:07


This is this lame poem that I wrote today: I know it sucks..

What comes up , must come down
Happiness is not a clown
I am paunchy, I am sassy
I can talk, and I am happy
Happy hour with the work crew
I am normal
Just like you
I am funny, really funny
Every day is friggin Sunny

Sweating gallons in the night
I must be a horrid sight
Sleeping in a pool of sweat

Oh so tired, need a nap
Eat some more food, little snooze
Top it off now, with some good booze


10 pounds, 20 pounds, 30 pounds 40
and i am still a little shorty
No guys like me
Tee hee hee

Yeah I came
its all the same
no orgasms
none at all
I think I'd rather
go to the mall


Sweet ambien
feel so good, feel so high,
I just ate an entire pie

I just woke up this morning,
there was food all over my face
and crumbs on the floor
must have made a late night trip to the kitchen
yeah I'm fat dad quit you're bitchin
feel so calm
Best time of the day
Sleep so deeply
sleep so calm



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