THIS IS A POEM

ABOUT SOMEONE WHO I USED TO FIND PRETTY FUCKING ANNOYING. IT IS TO BE READ IN A LOUD MONOTONE AND AS ARHYTHMICALLY AS POSSIBLE.

I FOUND MY GOOD CALLIGRAPHY PAPER

WITH A PORNO COLLAGE ON THE OTHER SIDE

GHOSTS OF CRAPPY ROOMMATES PAST

I DON’T MIND X-RATED ARTS & CRAFTS

BUT WHY MY GOOD PAPER

THE LADY AT THE STATIONERY STORE ISN’T IMPRESSED EITHER

I KNOW THEY SAY TITTIES ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN PENMANSHIP

BUT THEY LIVE SOMEWHERE ELSE NOW

AND STILL MANAGE TO ANNOY ME SOMEHOW

I’M KEEPING YOUR DINOSAUR POSTERS

I GET THE FEELING THIS ISN’T OVER

HOW DID YOU FIND THAT PICTURE OF SOPHIE MONK THOUGH?

I’M GONNA LOCK MY WINDOWS.

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