08-28-2013, 11:59 PM
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Jokhah, Jokhah...
He doesn't care...
Jokhah, Jokhah,
Needs some hair,
and maybe some air.
Jokhah, Jokhah,
he gives no shits
he's also... slightly fit.
But why jokhah, don't you care?
you should just grow a pair,
of cards, that is.
But no this poem isn't about poker,
it's about jokhah,
being such a joker.
It's not about failure,
nor about whalers.
It's not about love,
or lack there of?
It's not about me,
or you or I.
It's about Jokhah,
a really, genuine guy.
