OK. Not a good poem, but definitely a thugging. Screw you, Rosie.
Rosie sweeet Rosie
why won't you be mine?
You're hot love and kisses
my true Valentine.
Your soft voice like petals
all Rosie and red.
Your blood-sugar high
my candy in bed.
But they tell me today
that my Valentine dreams
Are ill fated visions
as clearly it seems
Your tact and your wit,
your forked razor tongue
are reserved for another
of which I'm not one
So my moves and my game
aresure to be whacked
We're two different Train Wrecks
on opposite tracks.
Lame as poem by Train Wreck Pimental
the Train Wreck rolls, on and on...
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