There's those teens and tweens,
always standing so close,
jeans on jeans,
toes touching toes.
All of them squish and shove,
faces on faces,
but they don't know real love,
not even the basis.
It's real when one has to excrete,
and doesn't shut the door.
The other won't retreat,
the sounds not even to ignore.
One can tell by flatulence,
for a second to be laughed at,
but comes no bit of petulance,
and soon after they resume the chat.
Those in love get mad over the ridiculous,
Talk even though both tired,
give lazy kisses,
but still find no one more desired.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
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PoesiaA collection of both emotional and humorous poems about growing up and other frustrating parts of life that'll sound alright in your head, but just plain stupid out loud. !!!WARNING!!! This is not a compilation of chicken poems.
