Tuesday, March 16

Poetry
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I once found a gourd in the middle of the street.
It was yellow.
We played games with the gourd.
Ninja games.

Casual sex is a myth.
Except for that one time,
it's never happened to me.

Police have guns,
and if they really wanted to,
could take your house and all your stuff,
and pee on your floor.

You are what you smell like,
said Tiffany.

The rules will set you free,
said Jackie.

The 'S' stands for super-soldier, sexy, whatever you need,
said S. Wayne.

The end.

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