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by subterrissole

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-03-26 18:54:00

Parent message is 151396
got nipp-ed and a tuck-ed
for the boys choir
felt blunt and exhausted
though the thought just makes me wire
turn the tube long off my comrade
take my prosthetic hand
begin a duel with all who meet the standards where you stand
speak ill winds in cyclones and dump them in the hope
that one day you may well receive finance from the pope
free the use of bong scum
so we can smoke pot to accumulate it
free the use free the use words like hate are faded