Flo = pink
Shelly = shamrock!

Linky for those who would like to behold
the majestic beauty of... THE ORIGINAL

13 years ago, I remember being a fairly happy person.
But what does it matter, my peers smell like processed cheese.

The inner desire that rings through the land,
echoeing hallways of schooltime demand
with some last glimmer of fortune and luck
Why did Carrie invite me to her party? What the f-ck?

Reality morphes into a boy-crazed b-tch who lives next door.
What the hell was her name again?
Oh yeah, Moesha.
It's all a ploy. A deep dark trick
Tricks are for kids...
like me.
I am the product of some b-tch's desire to have as many people at her party as possible.
Kill me now...

Vengeful hell that rules the night,
Drunkards roaming the world of "fun"
No wait, it's the "popular guys" again-
looks like the ugly dwarf guy's daddy hooked'em up again.
Man they're losers.
Yet - popular. What the f-ck?

Because the world is backwards
Who really cares anymore
Poetic justice is a lost figment of my f-cked up imagination
"Free speech will cost you, friend."

Or are you my friend? Do we really ever have friends?
Or are they just compOtition to the world of empowerment of which we step on like so many dogs in a place where dogs go.

It's a doggy dog world, my um... compOtitor.

FIN.

Copyright Flo and Shelly, beotch!!! You best recognize!!! 1999
Why you'd wanna steal this crap poem, we dunno, but come on man...
THINK OF YOUR OWN INCOHERENT SHITE!
Thank you.