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Because of Jimmy Carter and Guinea Worms

 I wonder how deep to dig this grave.

For the love of God itís only been two days
and if I have to read another recipe you wrote
another cereal box prized word
TV show laugh track trigger
I swear on my vagina and everything holy in itÖ

This is MY typewriter and MY endless water
Keep the smoke and pimps away from me,
for I am hungry and will not relent.

And donít think that I wonít waste this precious space,
one of two I get for every 8 hours,
to tell you that she doesn't love you
itís all your parents fault
and youíll never fuck a princess or a prince.

Youíre not a gangSTAR or a sexy pixie bitch

You shit brown
Bleed red
and cry in the same way as I do

I say "WOW"
It's raining coca-cola, cop cars, fire engines,
quick
candy cane emergencies.

Ingredients mockingly added to a head exploded.
I †will relocate this cancer later, delicately.
Written by BeulaDaisle
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