HPV (A Poem)

"What's that I see?"

Its large, its icky...

And it hurts when you pee.

It must be a wart, made of love and regret.

You know its not pretty, but there is no cure yet.

"Its ok, I'll be patient, there is plenty of time."

But God is busy. He's out fighting crime.

"The pain will go away." "THE PAIN WILL GO AWAY."

Keep telling yourself that, but you know it will stay.

Just keep your pants on. Keep your snatch to yourself.

There's nothing to show off. Focus on something else.

"But my snatch is lonely and it needs to be fed."

Thats to bad for your snatch, now get back to bed.

Your snatch can't attack,

And that is a fact.

You choose what you do,

And in this case you lose.

Its over. You're done,

Now cover your buns.

"My buns?"

Your buns

"But that won't be fun."

This isn't a good thing,

I know that its bad.

Its easy to see,

That your snatch is really sad.

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I apoligize for those offended. Seriously. I'm just too ignorant to understand how bad it is. But its so fun to write about it because quite simply, it makes me feel better about myself. And the words just come out of my brain so swimmingly that it would be a shame if I didn't have the guts to actually share it with you all. I hope the majority had as much fun reading as I did writing. I'm hopeful that you all read it to your ugly kids before tucking them in tonight. Trust me, they will love it.