Here's a poem called Bad Pickup Lines



Hey don't I know you from the bus?

My mom has that same dress

Wanna see a trick I learned in prison?

How much were your breasts?

Are you drunk or is that just a lazy eye?



My tool needs a shed

I'd like to park my corrective shoes underneath your bed

You think it's impressive now...this cold sore's just gettin' started

Mind if I hang out here 'till it's safe back where I farted?



'Scuse me if I interupted

And I'm not trying to make a pass

But you must be leaving the country

If you're packing that much ass