Poem #2

I’m a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world,

that line was a bit drastic, it’s definitively not fantastic,

Hip hop is dead, how’s 50 cent still making that bread?

This poem doesn’t make any sense

In your face!

Mushrooms.

Mushrooms.

Tomatoes.

My name is Gordon Ramsay and I jerk off on nicely peeled potatoes.