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PastPoop7/5/2003-A feisty poem of loss and lovePoetry 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 ------------------------------------- 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 ------------------------------------- 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! good day to you sirs! -HighPulp |
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