Break out the ganja (or something to numb the pain)! Word on the street is Paris Hilton’s exploring a reggae sound for her upcoming debut CD; to me, it’s the equivalent of combining two totally conflicting flavors — like chocolate and vomit. And that’s why, in a humble display of dissention, I’ve composed a protest haiku.
no, marley, no cry
money can’t buy tunefulness
only earplugs, jah
Won’t you write one too, mon?
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