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If you have a god complex buy a mustang! (Free verse) by Y2kSlamPoet
With a big stick
Johnny really felt like god
then I ran him over
with my mustang.
This started as a haiku;
a very small problem,
with an apparent resolution-
but then Johnny got angry
and I went crazy.
Shattered legs,
and three broken ribs later
we both resolved our god complexes-
naturally I won.
His girlfriend though,
that was another issue-
went something like:
"don't you run over my boy"
and "tell him not to get in the way".
My bed sheets need to be washed again-
thats where we discussed how it was better to fuck
instead of her attempting to gouge my eyes out
while I add extra dents to my front bumper.
After kicking her out,
two shots of rum
and calling my meth dealer
I felt a lot better,
and now feel as if
I've accomplished something in my life.
Oh.. and she said my stick was bigger
go figure..
yup- I feel like god now,
just need another hit off the glass pipe.
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