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Poetry News Post #548

hey I'm cured! NO YOU'RE NOT! doh!

Written by: Kona
Date: Sunday, February 25th, 2001
Addressed to: Lady of Agony, Aeilan Labardine, L'Ange Sans Merci


There you sit all upside-down
you are black
you are not down
you make me want to smash you on the ground.
You're really dorky,
you belong to my dad.
He needs to get over
that passing 80's fad.
Sunglasses are dumb
and that's no joke.
You look like a bum!
You with a stick I shall poke.
You gambled away your mortgate money
on a game of crack-baby hopscotch
Now you're out of honey,
I'm going to kick you in the crotch.
Because those stupid Ray Ban's
cost an arm and a leg,
you messed up my future,
now get on the street and beg.
bitch.



for Aeilan

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Chronos, in the year 270 AF.


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Poetry News Post #548

hey I'm cured! NO YOU'RE NOT! doh!

Written by: Kona
Date: Sunday, February 25th, 2001
Addressed to: Lady of Agony, Aeilan Labardine, L'Ange Sans Merci


There you sit all upside-down
you are black
you are not down
you make me want to smash you on the ground.
You're really dorky,
you belong to my dad.
He needs to get over
that passing 80's fad.
Sunglasses are dumb
and that's no joke.
You look like a bum!
You with a stick I shall poke.
You gambled away your mortgate money
on a game of crack-baby hopscotch
Now you're out of honey,
I'm going to kick you in the crotch.
Because those stupid Ray Ban's
cost an arm and a leg,
you messed up my future,
now get on the street and beg.
bitch.



for Aeilan

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Chronos, in the year 270 AF.


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