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Preacher Man (Free verse) by masticatedmess

He stood at the corner screeching As I juggled my bags of cans. He said that I was going to hell. He said Jesus was his man. I gave my tobacco one last chew, Swallowed the spit as I always do, Took the used up wad in hand, And flung the masticated mess at him.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 1-Jun-04/2:53 AM
It's not an "inside joke". It's an extremely common, obvious and tedious piece of wordplay.




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