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$$$$$$$$$$$
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$$$$$$$$$$$ hogz of entropy #223
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$$$$$P $$$$ $$$$ moo, oink, up your butt.
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>> "WE'RE ALL FUCKED!" <<
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by -> Mack
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Hi, these are from my friend Mack. I know it's poetry, but it's
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funny. He actually read these outloud in (mock)seriousness at a poetry
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reading at my school (BTW, they're best if you read them with a Southern
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Accent in mind).
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-- PezMonkey (Official h0e Translator)
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"FUCKED"
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F is for Fern who found her a book
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She opened the pages to take her a look
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But all of these pages were covered with lye
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SHE DIED
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U is for Uma who dined at your Denny's
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She ordered all she could for a fist full of pennies
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What she got was a sewer rat, whole and deep fried
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SHE DIED
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C is for Clarence whose mama was fat
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She crushed something dead every time that she sat
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So under an ass that was near 6 ft wide
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HE DIED
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K is for Kevin who liked his sex kinky
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A whip and a chain made him all hot and stinky
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So alone in a bed, all bound, gagged and tied
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HE DIED
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E is for Eunice who bungee jumped down
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Off of a tower in the middle of town
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but the cord snapped, and oh how she flied
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SHE DIED
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D is for DuWayne who stewed in ennui
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So he strung up a noose and climbed a tall tree
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He jumped off the limb, and the rope didn't give...
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BUT HE LIVED!
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WE'RE ALL FUCKED!
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"Chicken Soup For the Soul Reaped by Leviathan:
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A Collaboration with Myself"
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There once was a girl named Esmerelda who lived in the forest, but
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that's not my story...
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I was licking the warm autumn rain off his neck when I realized I
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couldn't love,
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My lips went numb and I stared at his hoop earring like it was in
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midconversation
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It was all I could do to keep from bludgeoning myself with a blunt
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object
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Love? An irritant? Like a giant crab knawing at the crotch of my
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soul?
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WHY!?
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Did I kick one too many puppies? Drown too many kittens?
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I didn't even remember that my father molested me when I was five
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until my therapist told me it was true.
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So THAT can't be it...
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(Did you ever notice that the word RAPIST is in the word THERAPIST?
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*THE* *RAPIST*...)
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A drop of water fell from his earring and meshed with his black
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t-shirt.
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I laughed and felt my own cold breath splash against my face before
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I kissed his neck again.
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~FUCK IT~
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* (c) HoE publications. HoE #223 -- written by Mack -- 4/3/98 *
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