"Eleven and One"
We got eleven and one dollars
That's 12 and no more
We got big pockets
To hold the car door
We know more than one guy
That knows about a whore
We expect what we want
but we eat it off the floor
We never take what's important
Just buy it from a store
We only care about each other
Until we're gonna score
A "Tony" Poem
This poem was written by Tony Breese on Feb 29, 2008.
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