LAMENTATION

In racing past my prior best,

I drank one hundred twenty ounces.

Made one last (denied) request:

To spank that butt until it bounces.

Pile the chairs and drinks away.

Clean up the ice and douse the glasses.

I'll be staring into space,

Still dreaming of nicely bouncing asses.

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Also, check out my other posts about Boobs, Penguins and Gary Johnson

Thanks for reading! - Pachenko