The Human Race Can Kiss My A*sA Poem by DoreenJust something that hit meI walked outside to get the mail, my face was sprayed with slush - the mailman saw the puddle, and splashed through it with his truck. Off to the grocery store for food I cannot buy a lot, I have to carry all this stuff -- that b***h just stole my cart! My arms are full, sir hold the door I'm picking up the pace - Oh, nice, give me the finger as the door slams in my face. I drove McCarter Highway need to get to Penn by nine this chick slashed all my tires because I asked her for the time. I can't get through and beeped the horn because my way is blocked at me you scream obscenities But YOU'RE blocking the box!? I just wish I could disappear, these people are so crass. Each day the rudeness gets much worse The human race can kiss my a*s! © 2012 DoreenAuthor's Note
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