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I do it for Joe

I wake before the sun 

Not because I'm disciplined 

But because Joe might have uploaded a new episode 

I whisper to myself 

Papa Joe teach me, my thirst for knowledge is vast and wide

Just as vast, wide,deep, and wet as it is for chubby latinas

Or Sprite.....I need Sprite!

I stay silent as the intro music plays 

My soul is a barron field

His voice is the rain 

Conversations about Bigfoot UFOs and Atlantis!!

It washes away my pain 

I shower but I don't play music 

I play Rogan talking about bow hunting elk 

the water hits my skin and I whisper 

knowledge is power Joe Rogan is forever

mortal Kombat 3 taught me there is no knowledge that is not power

As for the second lesson my ex has to learn the hard way 

In person I told that bitch there are plenty of fish in the sea

There's only one Joe Rogan.

 

 



Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a poem for comedic purposes, as I am an aspiring comedian who enjoys a non traditional approach to the craft hence this poem. This is for you Joe Rogan aka Papa Joe is what I like to call him. Comedy's step dad.

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