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Preacher Man

Member since 2003 · Posted 15 Nov 2003 · 6 comments

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.

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[1] Shuushin 15-Nov-03/4:19 PM Reply

too easy, this one. And you should not masticate, it is against God's law, and you will be blinded.

blessed with a 1.

[4] savagelymakeitcount 15-Nov-03/7:07 PM Reply

Man, your horrible.
The last line doesn't go.
What is it with you and masticated?

[n/a] LuV_jOhNnY 9-Jan-04/9:06 PM Reply

sick.
Masticated(hehehe inside joke with friends, quite dirty one at that)

[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. › LuV_jOhNnY 1-Jun-04/2:53 AM Reply

It's not an "inside joke". It's an extremely common, obvious and tedious piece of wordplay.

[n/a] the codeine kid 31-May-04/12:11 PM Reply

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

[1] TwilightDawned 10-Jul-04/12:00 PM Reply

You had some rhyme scheme..untill the last part.