Defective Depends
Do you know what burns my ass, my friends
A three foot high flame, setting fire to my Depends
Thought they were fire resistant
Guess mine were a defective shipment
Panic set in as the flames did ascend
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017
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