My Hand is a Dick!

One MEAN paw!

                                                                                                          

If you're looking for a real poem, this ain't it!

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How often have you heard the phrase, "talk to the hand,

cause my ears don't give a s**t!"--in fact, I can't stand

 

mine! He talks back, but maybe that's just me.

He flips me s**t--I'd very much like to see

 

him in a home for angry b******s, but since he's attached,

I'm screwed and tattooed, as the saying goes. He's detached

 

and remote, in other words, a real right wing throbber,

a paw with an attitude, an evil carnival barker,

 

full of s**t and attitude, who more than gives sarcasm back in spades,

A sneaky little dude who acts like he gets laid

 

a whole lot more than the never I'm getting.

Yes, if he had a head of hair, he'd be letting

 

it grow down to his a*s, if he had one of those.

Yes, he's a pecker with whom I've almost come to blows.

 

He tells me that no one wants to hear from my bald a*s.

Yes, he's got imaginary balls made out of brass!