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the type of poem i write when i get frustrated:
March 21, 2007
fuck you
sit in your car and think about how you're a fucker.
on the outside of your car is a tree, so sit there
and watch a bird shit on the ground.
on the outside of your car is an empty bag of doritos
covered in bird shit, and some plastic ball shit
that you're not really sure is plastic.
that plastic ball shit could be the head of a bird cracked off
by another bird who fucking hated that bird,
or a rabid and mad-as-shit squirrel.
so think about those things, you fucker,
and how your head, how it is ugly,
and fuck your head.
fuck a lot of things, but fuck your big fucking head the most.
i wish a rabid mad-as-shit squirrel fucked your fucking head.
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i enjoyed this poem
it was straightforward, concrete, and it told me to watch a bird shit on the ground
- tao / March 25, 2007 8:07 PM
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