Poetry For Everyday People

Friends

Get your butt over here,
the beer is cold,
plenty of food,
the whole gang
is here,

F sittin' at home
worrying 'bout all
this S-h=i-t,

whatta we?
ol' farts
sittin' 'round
worrying?

we got your back
you freak,

it's gonna be alright,

by the way
FYI
John's wife kicked him out,

act natural,

are they still drug testing you
at work?




 


















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