Her Ode to ‘da Club
On evenings like this we proclaim,
our love for the dumb and profane.
We seek out the worst douchebaggery,
all bedecked from Ed Hardy’s gallery.
Their attention we do greatly want,
for tonight we are on the hunt.
Though we yearn to get up in his lap,
what we’ll find is herpes or clap.
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