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Tunder (Free verse) by Bakar My friend
his name is timothy
i call him timotae
his last name is thunder
i call him timotae tunder
he is native
and during gym
he passes me a bottle
of cooking wine
drink he says
it is good
have some chew
he makes me laugh
but who can
take him seriously
he is after all
a native
Up the ladder:
to thine own self be true:
Down the ladder:
Our lord and saviour, the land of 60 million micks, as wonderful and noble as the pink empire.
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 4.6153846
Posted: July 10, 2002 7:33 PM PDT; Last modified: July 10, 2002 7:33 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.7188234 Overall Rank: 11933 Comments:
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deleted user @ 172.136.81.170
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10-Jul-02/8:09 PM
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I dont get it.
I really like this
hey not bad:)
If that is a real "friend" of yours I hope he chokes you to death upon seeing this poem. The last stanza is racist crap. In case you couldn't tell I gave you the 0.
they were here first, bur we killed the buffalo and were responsible for ghost dance,
A native what? American? Is the last stanza supposed to be ironic?
There are subtle touches to this that I like, but they don't go anywhere at all. 176 view(s)
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