Sleazy Poet
His poems don’t age like fine wine, they suck
Only writes rhymes of lust
He’d only be in the limelight for smut
His mind’s fried from blunts
Pays a high price for sluts
Though he looks fly in a tux
He gets wide eyed and busts from the sight of a butt
No delight in swiping his bucks
He’ll be biting the dust after a knife to the gut
© BuddyDButtmunch