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Wolverines, me, and the last American Buffalo. (Free verse) by <{Baba^Yaga}>
We are all one consciousness.
(Big happy face hippy fact)
Bullshit;
If I shared your consciousness?
Suicide would seem vanilla
Compared to Rocky Road
& watching you watch
'Animal Rescue 911', again.
That was lame.
I can't believe I just said that?
God I hate myself.
Enough to beat you
With a cold Tab in a tube sock.
Sean Pean -- You raped my girl! Spicolla (i).
(He looks around dramatically for approval,
and finds it)
Esai Morales -- You raped my sense of self,
fucking white boy.
(Spits for cultural significance)
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South Dakota, a while back...
Imagine the looks on the faces of the
Sioux, when we started carving the
faces of Assassins on a Mountain that
has served as their Cementary and
Totem for thousands of years.
How is that different than the Taliban
Blowing Budda's nose off, really?
Here are ten good examples:
1. I don't like you, or your nose.
2. I don't like them, especially their noses.
3. In a fight I would kick your fucking asses.
4. Your mother will make me a sandwich, sooner
then you think, believe that.
5. Your girlfriend will fix me potato salad,
and it will keep, well.
6. I am an excellent bowler, I am a creep, well often.
7. I think eating fish & chips makes me more
of a a a a a a sailor, sailor, first mate.
8. When I golf, geese fucking fly, fast.
9. When I make rice, Asians make money
and Boa constrictors eat a sad wombat.
10. I have never voted once in my life, but if I did
it would have been for the guy with the `hump and the
multi colored rubber band bracelets and taped glasses
with the sign that said "I'll work for a can of anything
I can mate with versification in a teetering shack in Cerulean,
Idaho. Where I live like a carajou in heet.
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