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Mittens the KittenOnce not long ago / In the vile state of Utah, / An evil wizard

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Thug LoveManiacal thugs / Swap juices with sweet angels / On a moonless night.

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BabiesBabies in the microwave / Babies in the oven / Babies in a shallow grave

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The Old Glue FactoryThe place was dangerous as hell; we had no business being there. It was a complex, composed of four immense structures, looming on the bluffs between Lake Michigan and a ghost town. I'm not sure which side of the fence brought forth more eeriness - the sight of four massive industrial skeletons was indeed an eerie one, but within the village that must endure it's haunting presence persists a dwindling heartbeat... and together they produced a heightened effect of slow decay - and that was what drew me in. / The place was magnificent day or night. / By day, we'd explore the groundworks while the light allowed us to admire the massive machinery, which by then had accumulated copious amounts of corrosion. All those dead giants, never to function again. In the spring time, beams of light would penetrate the ceiling above, caving in from years of stress sans stress tests. Even when the light was not shining through, one could make out where the beams have been because in their wake they left a trail of life. Up to that point in my life I thought that was the most beautiful scene I had ever seen - a thousand tons of old machinery, and a stubborn sunbeam poking through, incubating it's au natural industrialized chia pet.

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Nice Dick, FaggotI was in a public restroom at the mall takin' a leak in one of those urinals. / There happened to be a TDH (tall dark and handsome) man standing next to me. / And as we were peeing in unison, I leaned over, leaned back,

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Manatee Haiku(s)Fat and disgusting, / the manatee eats and shits / with endangered grace.

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Cheer UpIt would appear that / **most** / Of these poems

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PornMillions of tiny could-bes / Swim upstream in hope / That they might someday

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PaganiniSome time ago in the furnace below / Grew restless the ruler of sin; / He dug through His closet

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DiamondsI feel the blood of slaves as I cut my wrists with diamond blades. / I bleed for them as they bleed for your earrings. / Your wedding rings. Your pointless things.

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