for the anarchists
This cute girl, she thinks
I’m smart because I’m
wearing a paper mache
puppet head and protesting
Republicans converging
on the Big Apple.
But the truth is, I have no
idea why I’m protesting.
Which I guess doesn’t really
matter, so long as the cute
girl who thinks I’m smart
shows me her funbags later.
this poem describes my motivation for trying to pass as a liberal during my college years. it didn’t work. feigning liberalism did not end my involuntary celibacy one moment sooner than it woudl have ended if i had been the republican god meant me to be. i was such a good boy, too. still, no sex. then i grew up and had some brief sexual encounters before getting married and having two children. now the involuntary celibacy is back, but i will not feign liberalism this time. now i will just spank it and go to sleep, which is what i should have done in the first place.
as a self-described cute girl (oh i’m so egotistical…), protesting is only hot if the protestors shower, which means no liberal protestors for me!
Mmm. Funbags.
What a disgusting word. Did you make that up?
Naw. Heard it back in college a lot. Pretty stupid, but kinda funny sounding.
That’s beautiful, man.
Dude, they’re friggin’ HUGE!!!