Who Am I? (Poem)

You’re voluptuous curves, they drive me wild,
A sexy mannequin you are;
And though my tan is far from mild
My tictacs they are never far;

You say it’s groping – but i’m just sharing
my tiny hands on your behind;
I just like those clothes you’re wearing
The type of woman hard to find

I can do what I want; i’m rich,
My kisses you must take
And that Rosie O’Donnell. what a bitch!
So ugly! Give ME a break.

And don’t for get about the Mexicans
Bad hombres bringing drugs
It’s a good thing that i’m better than them;
My wall will keep out them thugs.


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