Here's a poem called Bad Pickup Lines      Hey don't I know you from the bus?   My mom has that same dress   Wanna see a trick I learned in prison?   How much were your breasts?   Are you drunk or is that just a lazy eye?      My tool needs a shed   I'd like to park my corrective shoes underneath your bed   You think it's impressive now...this cold sore's just gettin' started   Mind if I hang out here 'till it's safe back where I farted?      'Scuse me if I interupted   And I'm not trying to make a pass   But you must be leaving the country   If you're packing that much ass