Sunday, 6 April 2008

napowrimo #6

WE CAN ONLY TAKE ABOUT THREE STANZAS OF THIS SHIT, ANYWAY. WHAT'S A STANZA. OH, YOU. I THINK YOU'RE LOOKING FOR THE "SHE SUCKED HIM OFF WITH HER GLASSES ON" POEM. IT'S TWO DOWN. THANKS. IT DOESN'T HAVE STANZAS DOES IT? MOST THINGS DON'T. THAT'S TRUE. VERY TRUE. TRUSH IS EXSHITEING.

Treat me right: left: attention, hut.
No, can't say I have: have what: is in vogue.
Weakly gathered round to see what's up: in: spin off.

We don't know much: march: dance: fever.
Wouldn't trade this: that: sold-- call me.
If I hear Crazytrain one: two: hide: away bed.

Don't forget the merits of: off: shh, shh.
Cashew picnic really rocked: rolled: stalled at shore.
I'm willing to overlook: look under: we've lost it, I think.

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