Poetry time! This was an unfinished poem I wrote for a class a while back and I completely forgot about it. I thought I would share.
Grilled Cheese Sandwich by: HighPulp
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I do not care about how it’s made
I do not care how the bread is laid
I will surely leave it in the house
I will surely feed it to a mouse
I feel indifferent to melted cheese
You can have it if you please
It makes no difference to me if you eat it
Or if you take a crow bar and you beat it
A grilled cheese sandwich is just okay
Its boring to eat one every day
I could not care if I ate one at all
It would not be much use in a brawl
You could punch me in the face
Spray my eyes with your mace
I still would not eat that cheese and toast
And they would find your corpse off the coast
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Something else I thought I would mention is that as a new resident of California I would like to say that Orange County is one hot son of a bitch!