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Sep 23, 2004 22:20

Why do so many people like to talk about revolutions?

Here is a poem I wrote today in Minchy's class. All the cool kids write poems. Now I'm cool too.

Today I sat on the toilet.
My mom fed me fish
but she didn't boil it.
I farted four times and spoke not a word.
I got off, turned around, and saw my tiger-shaped turd.
I got on my knees and rubbed on my eyes
when the tiger turd spoke (much to my surprise).
He said "who the fuck woke me from my slumber?"
He roared and it sounded like lightning and thunder.
I thought "Holy crap! Why does he hate me?"
But it was too late.
My tiger turd ate me.

Hey Shakespeare... you lose.
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