| This is a poem celebrating the realization that poems
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| Aren’t going to change anything and im still writing anyways
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| But they ain’t gonna change this mean, crazy, fucked up and down world of shit
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| and more shit
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| Now, on the brighter side of the landscape
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| We have of course the prospect
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| That this poem will become an active member of the curriculum of 8th grade
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| english classes
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| And when the teacher says my name
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| Everyone will smile real pretty and say that i was a good guy
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| Man i could change this world if these assholes gave me the chance
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| Everything starts out small see, but i ain’t gonna stay small
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| Like if your reading this here piece of shit, now i’m making progress ain’t i?
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| And even if you decide to wipe your ass with this work of art, man
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| Im glad to be of service
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| That’s why i’m here
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| Look, the poet uses words like you use spit or vasoline or crisco
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| So I rub these words on a page and you slowly take them in
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| It’s quite literally getting fucked by letters
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| The vowels and the smaller shafted consonants are
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| Fairly easy to take even for the more tight-assed amongst you
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| While other bigger, wider, consonants require in some cases the use of drugs
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| and poppers
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| Feelin' it inside yet, huh?
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| Its hot, wet, sloppy, slimy, scummy, suckable, poem
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| Slipped into a prophylactic with a french tickler made of razorblades
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| Being jammed up your asshole
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| And you stop fighting and were almost enjoying it
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| Until this madman decided to piss up your ass
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| And you began to taste it and it came out your mouth
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| And then he started kissing you settin up a cycle to keep it flowing
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| Forever and ever and ever and ever
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| The poet fucking the reader
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| The poet pissing in the readers mouth
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| Kissing and drinking his own words
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| He gets more turned on
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| You get harder and the scene get wilder
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| For those still horny for more
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| The poet is rapist
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| Looking to get into something will hurt you if necessary so just cooperate and
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| you’ll be better off
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| I want you to look at this fucking poem
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| Look at it
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| Look at it again, real long, huh?
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| Now go ahead and relax and see how easy it is the second time
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| Go ahead good, good
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| I told you, im glad to be of service…
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| Forever and ever and ever |