You're So Mean, This Poem is Probably About You

Mombi's Heads

I left my card at the bar

Became a bard in the car

As we rode

Spit needless acid

To corrode the hopes

Of genuine synthesis

Is this your thesis?

Are you in sync with sin?

Do you want to come in?

Well that satisfied no one

Oh, um, that's sad

It's fine

Plastic fork in the hair

Pulling pigtails of the good sport

Elastic pair, we snap and slap back

Ingest in jest the jabs 

To make up for the amor we lack

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I love your vivacious use of

I love your vivacious use of language.