Here's a poem called Bad Pickup Lines

Hey don't I know you from the bus?

My mom has that same dress
Wanna see a trick I learned in prison?
How much were your breasts?

Are you drunk or is that just a lazy eye?

My tool needs a shed

I'd like to park my corrective shoes underneath your bed
You think it's impressive now...this cold sore's just gettin' started
Mind if I hang out here 'till it's safe back where I farted?


'Scuse me if I interupted
And I'm not trying to make a pass

But you must be leaving the country
If you're packing that much $$#