UnPoetia/Selected poem

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When, laughing, first I saw your pimpled face
My tears could shake the spirits from their flask
Those spirits played a joking little ace
And drunken lust connived in me to ask

While I was kissing you my eyes were closed
From passion? No, from not wanting to see
How bad my rep was surely to be hosed
You kind of smell like drunken morning pee

I want to leave and live inside a cave
I wish I didn't know that you don't shaveMain Page
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