A poem by David that pretty much speaks for itself:
there was a sassy negro girl, with her hair in curl who was raped one december day by a man with a horn he could not play she cried in her dress of blue and all the old men said we want a piece of her too -the end
"Life sucks no matter what, so don't be fooled by location changes."
sorry about any misspellings, bad punctuation or made-up words. i tend to do that.