A POEM
March 16th, 2008Dear My Vagina’s Feelings Are Hurt,
The smell is so bad that you have to walk around with your legs closed because you can smell it through your jeans.
You knew when you went and took a piss in the morning that you should take a trip to the good old GYN and found out what the hell is going on because your vagina is your center. Always remember that.
How many times have you went down on guy and his sack smelled a little tart?
Did you brand that person as a stink ass?
Like I told my girls at camp, you go in and out 40 times, count if it helps you.
Try not to pee after this point. No one wants to smell or taste someone who just pissed.
Your vagina is like luxury.
This poem is appropriated from a now defunct advice column of Tionna Smalls.