Roses are Reds
Vida’s are Blue
Sugar is sweet
So that’s how I know this isn’t the cocaine I ordered
Baseballs have laces
So do my shoes
They called me Charlie Hustle
Funny, because I was molested by a man named Charlie when I was tweleve
Thanks
I love Cincinnati
And they love me too
Because I put in hundred percent every game
Not my fault there aren’t any decent Casinos in Ohio
THE END
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