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Truck Balls

Oh why must you put balls on your truck?
and why are they blue? what the fuck,
I wish you would just get out of my way,
so i didn't have to watch your fake blue balls bounce and sway,
with every pothole you hit
your blue balls shake a bit,
then curiosity makes me speed up,
so i can see the douche whose driving the truck
nonchalantly i take a glance at the driver
yuck hes like 90, when he catches me, i put down my visor
i puke a little in my mouth
and continue speeding down I 75 south.
i forgot about the blue truck balls,
until one day at the mall,
i get in my car to leave
and what do i see?
the blue ball truck parked in front of me,
i took a sharpie and got out of the car,
don't worry i didn't go to far
i drew a couple of faces, one happy one sad
that way they didn't look so bad
the comedy and tragedy of balls on a truck,
and they were blue, what the fuck?








Written by nikkimoe
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