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My hands are a mess,
I'm cleaning them at best.
The water won't go down,
and for some reason it's brown...
Carrie's screaming Joyce on the phone,
while Joyce's hands are cold to the bone.
Why does the water smell like mold?
I'll suck it up and be bold!
The paint is clogging up the sink.
The water has turned from brown to pink.
There's paint on my face, there's paint on my hands.
I swear to god, painting in this house will be banned.
This poem is crappy we will admit,
but we'll forget that and just press submit...

- Title: Messy Fingers, Not In That Way
- Artist: Liffyjoo
- Description: A poem written by Joyce (rawr_Cupcake Orgy_rawr) and Carrie when they were bored. Joyce stopped using her paintbrushes because they irritated her, so she started using her hands. Carrie suggesting making a poem, and Joyce suggested it be about her messy hands. So this is a poem written by Joyce and Carrie about messy hands. Enjoy.
- Date: 04/15/2009
- Tags: messy fingers
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