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You're So Mean, This Poem is Probably About You
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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
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
I love your vivacious use of
I love your vivacious use of language.
Starward