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Brown everything, fair skin and a smile.
I already see her walking down the aisle.
Clumsy and innocent as a child,
I think I might actually stay for awhile
and try to spark a light inside her.
I could go on like this for miles,
as long as I'm right here beside her.

Beautiful brown.
Altruistic smile.
I go out of my way
to hate everything you like,
I try my best
to offend you.

I hate you all,
readers of my words.

Your taste is ****
and this isn't poetry.

Find a fire
and die in it.
I know the lot of you
liked my ******* plaid poem,
so don't try to hide it
you stupid sheep.
I wonder what it would be like,
were everything a shade of plaid.
Maybe I'll think about that for hours.
Maybe I've just finally gone mad.
*******,
you, the person reading this on the other end of the internet,
and **** your poetry too.
I wonder, the last time I saw you,
did I tell you I loved you then?
Because I don't think I ever realized
that I'd never see you again.
I'd been gaining weight
and losing money.
Between the *****
and the stromboli,
I was getting fat.

Fat and poor.

But in a strike of sudden genius
an idea lit up the dim light bulb
hanging over my head.

I realized the solution lied
right in front of me the whole
******* time.

My tolerance for ***** is high,
and my food consumption
wasn't helping.

So I was buying more and more
beers and shots and bottles and cases
to try and get a buzz after dinner.

So I stopped eating dinner.

It saves me money on food,
and my god I can finally get drunk again!

My wallet is happy,
my mind is quiet,
I'm skinny as ****, and
breakfast has never tasted so good.
Go inside,
close the blinds
and wonder why
I can't seem to find
somebody worth my time.
I only like you when your drunk
so save me for later.
Because I don't really care about you
I just care how much you care about me.
So sail with me, are you seaworthy?
Seven shots of brandy,
seven beers,
try and keep up, okay?
The pressure of this lust
pressing against the backs of my eyeballs
is driving me to tears.

I shake and sweat,
filled with doubt and with regret,
god, my head is pounding.

**I want to ******* to death.
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