Hillbilles And Hand Sanitizer Poem by Jena Crowe

Hillbilles And Hand Sanitizer

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White trash
goat walkin'
no shirt
meatheads
love to take their children to the park
And while
they roast
their franks
on the grill
they spit and scratch,
spit and scratch -
afterwards,
their children take home scurvy.

Saturday, July 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: humor
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