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Unemployment Lining (Free verse) by Jeremi B. Handrinos

Motherfucking bullshit I honestly can't stand it anymore. the world has gone to shitzville on a magic carpet named remodeling. Siding plastic, you can even hose it off. You make me sicker than I make myself. Hows that grab you? you are a sellout that never even got a chance to sell. A hasbeen still waiting for others to say move, or talk that whisper of "getty up" lamby, baah, baah, blind as the dog sheep. Soon, I'll will weave you into a warm hood concealing my third eye chakra and meld in I will be you. I will get you. I will make you pay. Then for kicks... I will Franchise

?-Dave_Mysterious-? 19-Sep-03/7:50 AM
I expect you fashioned all of your own belongings from a collection of sticks and wheat.




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