MY LEGS FEEL LIKE
12 pt. TIMES NEW ROMAN
THEY ARE ITALICISED
AND CURLING AROUND EACH OTHER
I WENT OUT FOR DINNER THIS EVENING
IN A PLACE WITH
A DEER HEAD ON THE WALL
I TOUCHED THE FACE OF THE DEER HEAD
AND LOOKED IN ITS FAKE EYES
AND WONDERED IF IT WAS FILLED WITH SAND
OH LORD
I WANT A KITTEN
NEXT CHRISTMAS
PLEASE MAKE THAT HAPPEN
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THIS POEM SUCKS. WHY DID I FUCKING CUT AND PASTE IT? I DISLIKE MYSELF.
thanks sam.
sam the renegade copy paster!
chris, you are super duper. welcome welcome.
sam, shut the fuck up im going to kill you you are too loud i love you baby dont be mad
i am chris killen's american cut and paster. it's like being a translator. when his book comes out, i will cut and paste it and publish it here so people in the united states can read it.
thanks, kendra. i am going to be drunk again soon probably, and then post more things on here.
sam, yes. good idea. i will give you %15.
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