Conventional Wisdom (Mature)

Twas my birthday boy bash And my place was a roar, My friends coughed up some cash And they bought me a whore The economy is down, So the cash wasn’t much, My smile turned to a frown, She limped in on her crutch Not exactly my taste Was the strange looking lass, With an elephant waist And a buffalo ass With the smile of a horse She had opened her mouth, Felt my lunch coming north, My erection fell south With coffee stained teeth, And awful bad breath Her mouth looked like a heath, And I wished my friends death I shouldn’t be such a jerk, Shouldn’t be so judgmental, Perhaps her line of work Doesn’t offer good dental Then a wisdom-filled gem Graced my philistine mind, I drank to the A.M. Then began to unwind Just remember this hook, When things start to go south, Never gaze, never look A gift whore in the mouth.

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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...

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