Whoa! Didja get the numbers off that truck?!?
January 21, 2002 - 10:21 p.m.
As seen elsewhere
Dirtguy doesn't have a lock on the "makin' with the poetry" thing. Here's one I banged out in about ten minutes. I was inspired by people making a big fuss over medicating kids. The truly amusing ones are the ones who fuss about it, having no kids of their own. Yes, I was a much better parent before I had kids too. Behold: Ode to Ritalin When I just can't stop fiddlin'I just have to take my Ritalin
I takes it every single days
I take it when my mommy says
sometimes I takes it on Saturdays
because it helps me get straight As
and it's not like I'm in a haze
I think
But heres the thing I've been fearin
The end of the bottle came nearin
and the doc won't give me no mo
So where'd they go?
I think I know!
Theres money in them pills
they can cure all the ills
and weaken the wills
of teachers that gotta pay bills
So they took a few from me
and made an extra buck or three
off my lunchtime stash
I think my blackmarket pills
went up the inside of some rolled up bills
after they crunched them suckers flat
and that is that.
Current Terr Alert Level
OMG, She's agonna blow!
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