Big men would smile, big men would jeer, and big men would leer
Little Titu wouldn’t understand and cry a lonely tear
Big men smile, big men jeer and big men leer
Not so little Titu smiles a snobbish smile
And holds back a lonely tear.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Posted by serendipiduous at 11:33 PM
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pretty men jeer
call me queer
none leer
perhaps all fear
am not any seer
theres no cheer
so to all my peer
to all my dear
even you queer
dont come near
wanna say clear,
fuck your rear.
I asked him clear
O Pretty Man dear
What is your fear
Why is it that you jeer
And he said it clear
You who call you queer
You never let me near
What you show is your rear
What a wild has for fier
Just that is my fear
thanks for that...try is the catch word though...
you guys are good at jumping... i am just trying to climb my way up...
somebody thinks too highly of himself...sigh!
all i can say is, "Oh, dear."
i am lost in the dust of your words.
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