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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.
Up the ladder:
John K Rhyming Dictionary For Beginners
Down the ladder:
sick and demented
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Posted: November 15, 2003 3:25 PM PST; Last modified: November 15, 2003 3:25 PM PSTWeighted score: 3.4400036 Overall Rank: 13607 Comments:
Man, your horrible.
The last line doesn't go. What is it with you and masticated?
sick.
Masticated(hehehe inside joke with friends, quite dirty one at that)
It's not an "inside joke". It's an extremely common, obvious and tedious piece of wordplay.
this is good man. s'like something nick cave would pass off as writing in "and the ass saw the angel"...nick cave meets flannery o connor under the shadow of the peyote. good stuff
You had some rhyme scheme..untill the last part.
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blessed with a 1.