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I'm not sure of a title to a poem I'm not sure to anything at all... No...hold on...I found a title to this poem... THE POEMS TITLE IS... I forgot what I thought... Not thinking again A Lamborghini I just bought Wow...what does a poem mean if I just bought a Lamborghini... WRITING POEMS IS STUPID DRIVING A LAMBORGHINI IS FUNNER SO SCREW THIS emotional CRAP.. Let me get lost in materialistically shit and have no soul how bout that.. Woooohoooo.....what was I saying.....my Lamborghini is so awesome and everyone is looking at me......way cool....even if I was a monkey driving I'd still get the same looks REALLY!!! AWESOME ...such a badass car..... WAIT.... EVEN IF I WASNT ME DRIVING WHY WOULD PEOPLE WANT TO LOOK.. wow....I'm a moron ...I almost forgot....most people judge and envy this car I guess it's not as cool as I think ....yeah I thought and thought...... Now it's just another something people want to have as theirs that I earned payed for and bought... Here you people....take the keys I made a spare for each person in the entire world....have fun fighting over who gets to drive when... That's funny... People actually destroyed the car by fighting over who was driving it first..... And the not so funny thing is if this story were true.....people would use weapons and possibly kill off each other like a game of king of the hill... When this is just a car....well.. I must not be thinking higher minded winkeded wink winky .......I know... .it's not just a car... It's a freaking LAMBOR frooking GHINI... ALL MINE....AND AND THEN. NO MORE AND THEN .... ...... DUDE....WHERES MY CAR..... WHERES MY CAR DUDE..... LOL... WTF EVER! Peaces out g string scouts... Smells yazalls underwear s later