Ranging the building and firing nails into the wall
The carpenter commentated on this and that
And his cronies nod and scratch their balls
At his high-minded chewing of the fat
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Nail guns wielding and the tar paper rolling
Too busied with lectures to fully mind their craft
A fury begins to form and their minds begin patrolling
Ideas and notions of rump and shaft
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The day heat forms beads of testosterone sweat
And the overalls become too heavy to wear
Just like the day at the bar when they intimately met
They feverishly displayed their bristled asses bare
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The scars of time lick their wounds with hammers and paste
And like a good stain or varnish, carpenter games renew
Their hammered desires became a solid structure of waste
Held firm by the bonding power of their manly wood glue
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So what I try to say, though too consumed with distractions
Is no care or shame for my stale disgrace
Having homosexual tendencies and immature reactions
I only post on IPP cuz I'll never show my face

TRUE CONFESSIONS?! yikes, i guess some people need an outlet
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Ya....I'm scarred for life now...how will I ever be able to go to work again? LOL, well, anyways, some of the crew here at IPP are cool with whatever, and some are idiots that obviously voted for george bush...what can I say? Anyways,ciao man, have a nice day