2009: Part 2, by jwhwz Subscribe to rss feed for jwhwz

I am well aware; 
That they don't mix;
It always makes; 
Me quite sick.

But, I think I've found;
An alternative for my depression;
It is my freedom;
Of expression!

In 2009, 
You were tired of your crazy Mama;
And, every day is filled with drama;
But, currently you two get along swimmingly;
On this, many who know us will surely agree.

Sometimes, you're sad,
And you want to cry;
And at the year's beginning;
Your boyfriend wanted to die.

And that has messed you;
Up for life;
When you are crazy;
And, you want to be a crazy man's wife.

Yes, you have no money;
Because Social Security overpaid you;
I detest it when;
People want to degrade you.
Posted: 2011-11-07 06:30:24 UTC

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