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a poem by Alexandrea a.k.a. ____naazla

Rubina is taking a test.
she studied, and i'm willing to confess
last night, i did nothing
but nail polish remover huffing,
and dammit, it was the best!

Rubina and Her Anonymous Lover have 7 kids,
they all eat food of yoplait yogurt lids,
their children were a mistake,
the condoms were fake,
& it all started when they bought Winter Formal Bids.

Now Kin is so sad, you see,
but his face is painted with glee;
he has no facial expression,
but he feels like Usher in Confessions
because he loved dear Miss Bernabe.

Thank you.