Group Poetry 1

5/11/19

listen
memories of high school flood my senses
all the things I should have done and all the things I shouldn't have done
eating my veggies, pooper scoopers, my style is propa, noses are bled, keep it between the fence posts, 1 plus 1 is 3 for large values of 1
lightning strikes
holy moly
"slime is less slimy than Trump", the woman cries
I'm peach
breathe
"may I" she asked
"by all means" said the statistician
lightning strikes again in the same spot
don't read the next line
he sharted moistly and lost another sock
don't read this line either I nag
a billion packages of ramen is like a picnic with more ants than food
breathe
breathe

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