the poem is a commercial
i am post-surgery
& line free
you know what the stewardess really means?
go back
w/ the peasants
all you got to do is think refreshment
& the paper blob is coming
but i was fat
& i am here
your personal broker
lovely & loved & for you
[i will wear thirty two shades of eyeliner & gentrify your avant garde poetry]
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
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I love commercials too!
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