i will try to write 100 poems in 100 days. even if they're all chamber potty. then i'll write one when i feel like it.

Monday, June 7, 2010

when he brought me out the meat that

i began to eat and
he knew i was a
vege
tari
an we
ll i chewed and
i wondered what it could
be when sudden
ly he
appro
ached and an
noun
ced i'm sorr
y but it's a mis
take he grab
bed the plate we
ll i wanted to grab
his balls and
serve him carn
iver
ous tes
ticu
lar bbq i
felt like
i was in chi
na not chi
cago i sip
ped some fan
cy ex
pensive teq
uila hoping the alco
hol the cacti pri
cks would bre
ak down whate
ver body par
ts i just
swallowed

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