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Slam Poet Thinks the Mona Lisa is His Mother

Mona.

Lisa.

Lee-ah

nardo

how do

YOU know

my mom.

 

I remember having

pizza

with ya the other night,

we watched

the "Da Vinci Code"

after we had that fight,

about Montauk

hotdog tripe flavored ice cream.

 

Even the audience

doesn't think that's yummy!

 

You taught,

me how to knit

chocolate and wish

upon the sun.

 

Did you mom?

Am I your son?

I'd prefer pecon pie.

No-body likes

pecans in my family.

Did Leo

like legumes ?

******

I may always

be cursed

with writing words

that make reference to obscure

astrology.

My apologies to his

groupies who think he's

the best ******* art-east

since slice bread.

But how would it

feel to had some dude who

painted your mom

and it was

the big-gust

most successful

commercial success

through out

time?

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Nov 2, 2012
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