Tuesday, July 8, 2008

This moment may eat you up,
But it will vomit all over the place,
And leave you to clean it up.
The smell lingers.
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1 comment:

Brass Baboon said...

Ewww.

Bonus points for the grossest poem I've read in ages. Now I don't want breakfast any more.

July 9, 2008 at 2:00 PM

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