Roses are red
Carnations are
pink
Men are stupid
So whaddaya
think?
Roses are red
They can also be
white
Life is a buffet
So take a big
bite
Roses are red
And so are my
lips
Let’s neither of
us speak
No lies and no
trips
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Tied up and soul
bound
Eyes on what’s
true
Roses are red
Thoughts can be
clear
Strength in self
knowledge
At a price paid
quite dear
Roses are red
My coffee is
brown
If you take it
away
I’ll flatten the
town
Roses are red
I love Jack
Daniels Black
If I have more
than two
The spins will attack
Roses are red
Violets are blue
These poems are
stupid
And so, fuck you
too
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