VacationA Poem by Crowley
These f*****g tourists
I love them with all my heart I hate them like a drunken uncle Fingering with cash...more please Pretending to want to know me When they feed my babies with too fat hands And smiley button faces, I must remember I need them, I hate them I am in love with one, he spoils me In time I will be a tourist with him And ask for my fish sandwich with mayo and extra cheese
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