Epic Fail

Last night , a glimpse,

I caught by chance,

of what would best

be covered up by pants.

He spent good money

to ink a phrase

that laid underneath

his pants most days.

He must have planned and plotted

to often use

the expression he shared

when he dropped his trews.

For from a distance his buttocks

were bared,

and the word "F--- You"

to the world were shared.

He walked a hundred feet

with the wind on his tail

and all I could think was

"what an Epic Fail."

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Ode to the Mooner..

next time renew your ID. * You Moron*