3 Guys

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I know a guy, who’s sweet and funny.
He makes me laugh.
He lets me know he cares.
I know a guy, who makes stupid jokes.
He can make me laugh every second of my life.
I see him every Saturday.
Then there’s the other, who I’ve known for 9 years.
He listens to me and includes me.
He’s funny and clever.
He’s like a brother to me.
Can we ever be more?
I’m choosing among 3 guys.
All of which are great.
I’m drowning in the confusion,
Like tides lapping at my mind, whenever I make a choice the others appear.
Help me, I’ve lost myself.

I Don’t Know Why

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I dont know why i am who i am
I dont know why i don’t give a damn
I dont know why i hate to be alone
I dont know why i hate my own home
I dont know why i always have to lie
I dont know why i always wanna cry
I dont know why my patience runs on empty
I dont know why but bitch dont tempt me!
I dont know why i think I’m so ugly.
I dont know why i love to be funny.
I dont know why my best friends are my life
I dont know why i stay up all night
I dont know why i like to stand out
I dont know why when i talk i seem to shout
I dont know why i laugh my problems away
I dont know why bad memories seem to stay
I dont know why i fucking hate my dad
I dont know why i love making him mad
I dont know why i can’t stand my mother
I dont know why i have an autistic brother (not in a bad way)
I dont know why i end up wit bogus guyz
I dont know why my dreams could reach the sky
I dont know why i listen to rock bands
I dont know why i’d rather sit than stand
I dont know why id trade a skirt for some jeans
I dont know why I’m always so mean
I dont know why i gave this poem a try
I dont know why I’m always asking why!!!

Blonde GUY Joke

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There were two blonde guys working for the city. One would dig a hole, the other would follow behind him and fill the hole in. They worked furiously all day without rest, one guy digging a hole, the other guy filling it in again. An onlooker was amazed at their hard work, but couldn’t understand what they were doing. So he asked the hole digger, “I appreciate the effort you are putting into your work, but what’s the story? You dig a hole and your partner follows behind and fills it up again.” The hole digger wiped his brow and sighed, “Well, normally we are a three-man team, but the guy who plants the trees is sick today.”