Getting Laid Poem by Dead Beat Poet
Getting Laid
I hate my bed,
I'm always alone.
The only thing I do,
is use the web and phone.
Maybe things will change,
when my life straightens out.
But that would be strange,
and I'm filled with doubt.
But if that happens,
and my future is made.
I may not remember,
how to get laid.
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