you read this poem and tell me what you think.
Held up at gun point for pudding pops.
I dont believe in the moon anymore.
Zip zap rap rubble Barney Betty.
Raised by liars and cartoon rabbits.
Does the cursive Z have a lil' tail?
Jux for mashed peas and respect cookies.
I can't stay inside of the margins.
Sally sold three a day for three days.
I don't mind the way that hobos smell.
I can't think with a clock in my face.
Sharpen your number 2 pencils now.
Stab your neighbor in the hand with it.
How does that make you feel about life?
Sometimes my position feels fetal.
Sometimes i wonder when it's nap time.
He sold my crayons for crack and sex.
Can i be excused from class forever?
2006-08-14
17:29:36
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