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Dec 2022
I had this thought while taking a dump and no that’s not at all relevant.
Just thought you should know how brilliant I am cause I was the one smelling it.
If I should ever find myself stranded on an island that’s deserted.
My message in a bottle will probably be perverted.
To increase my chances at getting rescued I’d offer incentives in the sand.
“***** native ******* here but only if you land!”
Now avert your eyes cause this is where my genius comes shining through.
Use driftwood for your signal fire cause that **** be burning blue.
It’s because driftwood is so high in salt and you can find it on the shore.
Then all you need is a lil *** and some slutty island *****.
So next time your *** is stranded on some loathsome desert isle.
You can think about my poem and hopefully you’ll smile.
Until your ***** and boiled by some disenchanted and riddled with chlymidia indigenous forgotten tribe of saggy ***** *******.
Written by
Jamison Bell
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