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Mrs. No Future


I woke up today and went to school my friend Mrs. Wrong Future tagged along.

She’s always by my side each day that annoying Mrs. Wrong.

 The kids at school say lets smoke a pack and she says lets add bong.

Parents say do good in school try to make those A’s .

While she replies hey schools not cool lets go and get you laid.

I hit the mall with my best friend we go to every place.

There she is the nagging thing Mrs. Wrong future in my face.

I see a shirt my favorite color the price is out of this world.

And then she spoke with that trembling voice grab it and head for the doors.

With scolding parents I run upstairs now confined to my room.

 Mrs. Wrong Future reassures me and tells me I’m not doomed.

She reminds me of the party on 5th Ave with drinking teens and nude

So I heed her words and call up Trish to save me from this hell

Mrs. No Future assures me that I am safe as I sneak out my jail.

Little did I know that Trish was drunk and we crashed into a tree.

Last thing I saw was Mrs. No Future’s grin as my life was leaving me.

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Comments (2)

lrumph
<p>Thank you very much I really appreciate it thanks!!!!!!!</p>
RJean-Pierre2
<p>Very powerful. &nbsp;Beautiful set-up.<object cotype="cs" id="SILOBFWOBJECTID" style="width: 0px; height: 0px; display: block;" type="cosymantecnisbfw"></object></p>

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