Words of wisdom from the shithouse poet.

Just a reminder to all who come here. To all who search for the perfect encounter, or the perfect words. Enjoy it, embrace it, and love it. You never know when it's gonna change and you are going to wake up and wonder what the hell happened.

Shithouse Poet!

some come here to sit and think
Others come to $h!t and stink,
I just come to scratch my balls
and read what's written on the walls.


aAybody know the rest of that "poem"?

the end

Here I sit my cheeks a flexin
Giving birth to another Texan.

I named it Dopey!!

No matter how fucking HOT she is.....
some guy is sick of her SHIT.......

Here I sit broken hearted.
Came to shit but only farted.

OK. I apologize for starting this thread. Even I lose my mind on occasion.