Rhymes To Live By

Rhyme Equals Reason

There is no societal problem that can’t be cured by beating a shitty, trite poem into us.

Click it or ticket

Arrive alive, don’t drink and drive

Wipe your caboose, every time you drop a deuce

Ride the bus and dump the pump

Give a hoot, don’t pollute

No matter how inspired from the public restroom you get, Don’t paint the walls with your own shit.

Hugs not drugs

Don’t shake to death your kids, we all know there’s no such thing as SIDS

Be cool stay in school

Ladies: Back to front = shitty cunt
Guys: Front to back = clean sack

Be kind, please rewind

When you’re through be a good John, put down the machete and leave the hookers head on.

I ain’t got no time to do no fancy, faggoty book learning. Not to get all pedagogical on you, but if it can’t be boiled down into a stanza, made to rhyme and fit on a bumper sticker then it ain’t worth learning.

That’s a fact, jack.

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