I walked out into the day and it ran it's flag up my pole, it seemed like an appropriate thing at the time... now I must live in consolation with my supposed peers in whole, until God or nature smacks into the ground from 10g mili, you silly-nilly a so-so hillbilly...fishillie'...poor Donald?~ Next thing ya' know Seinfeld for prez and its a capitol offense to fart. {below was un/in-deciferable scrawling's}-[something about geeks and nwo?]- "Smile,...you're on Candid-body-slam-era!" no smileys pleaz :)
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
'I found this laying on the ground,honest!' now gtfo me.
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