An Old Hippy
Went into a little store, I was dying of thirst,There was an old hippy inside, the smell was the worst.
The smell was horrible a mix of urine and poop,
Had to take a step back, for my senses to regroup.
He was nice enough buying his forty ounce beer,
My eyes were burning, trying to hold back the tears.
Finally got my drink and tried to go out to the truck,
He stopped to say goodbye in the door, just my luck.
I stood there politely and tried not to choke,
He smelled worse than a dead horse, thats no joke.
He went on his merry way, happy as can be,
Oblivious to the fact he smelled like pee.
Poetry by Queen
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Written on 2005-07-29 at 07:02
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