Thank God for turtleneck's.

the best part of this scholar, ran down his dad's leg

Or this one "Tats on my neck, job on deck, well maybe not, just weed cash and welfare checks"

TRY A NEW POEM..LIKE "THERE ONCE WAS A MORON IN JAIL., WHO NEVER GOT ANY MAIL,HE SAT AND A WONDERED, HOW HE HAD BLOUNDERED,NOW HE'S PISSN IN A PALE