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Those weeks I slit my wrists to the Smiths (Haiku) by Jeremi B. Handrinos
She fucked my best friend
"Every day is like Sunday."
But I fucked her bros.
Monday? Monday sucks?
And not because I'm a fag
It just fucking does.
Junked up on the nods
Tuesday I ate at Ruby's
A Dennys with cheer!
I'm just sick of life
Who said Wednesday's for lovers?
Hopelessly middled.
Thursdays are when I
turn into a crocked Viking.
And sail the toilet.
last Friday I was
convinced it was still Thursday.
Must have been the skirt.
If it wasn't for
Saturdays? I'd probably
have lived forever.
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