Thursday, January 14, 2010

Bad Anal In Poem Form: It's Bad, It Hurts, It's Messy, No Love

If I could fill my head with a
Clusterfuck of ping pong balls
Each containing a fortune
Until my head exploded
In a crowded place
I would.
Not for the thrill to myself for the
Most creative suicide in history
But the thrill to everyone in said crowd
For witnessing a suicide at all.
It must be pretty traumatic.
I think that would be hilarious.

I don't understand why
If a girl wears pants it's normal
But if a guy wears a skirt it's not.
Maybe it's not worth understanding.
I don't understand a lot.

Making mixtapes of moderately
Popular indie bands for a girl is
My kind of 90's romance.
Too bad nobody has a tape player,
Especially not any girls.

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