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CONTEST POEM:
Survival of the fittest...
Sitting at the bar
having sank a few...
Yeah, just grab an old rusty shovel, a case of Bud...
Yeah, they got all kinds of words that I cain't...
I am gay,
thats the way i plan to stay...
Little tart sits at the foot of her bed,
Bridget has noticed a spot on her head...
There is never a Holiday as compatible to my life...
Funny to laugh at, but let me explain what I mean...
Plastic girls remind me of a Barbie doll. Made...
Just stare at you with fake color eyes. That fake...
I had a terrible,
horrendous fright...
The deadness i feel is it normal?
i am so confused please help...
Before I lay down to sleep
I pray for a man who is not a creep...
Me and your mom such good times we had you know...