Sunday, February 26, 2012


Cold outside, everyone covered up
In astonishment as they look I say "Wassup"
Nonchalant I am with shorts and t-shirt
Everyone shivers like the breeze hurts
... Cold air turns me hot as I flirt
They frown at me like I'm the jerk
Huddled up in circle for warmth, I burp
From sipping Ozarka, so sad
....I'm so bad

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