Poem -

I've Been Shot In The Ass!

I had good reason to run. 
A man pulled out his gun.
He was a shithead and I wouldn't take his sass.
I told him to go to Hell and he shot me in my ass.
When I started running, he shot me in my butt.
People call me a wimp, they say I have no guts.
I can't even sit down because it hurts too much.
My ass is something that no doctor will touch.
I have no insurance and I can't afford to pay a hospital bill.
When it comes to getting the bullet out, I guess I never will.
I have to sleep on my stomach, I sure can't sleep on my back.
When the shooter fired his gun, the bullet went up my butt crack.
People are laughing at me, they behave like it's some kind of joke.
I wish that I could afford to have the bullet taken out but I'm broke.
I would give my right arm if a doctor would remove the bullet for free.
If you meet my shooter, take his sass or the same thing will happen to you that happened to me.

 

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