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Mar 2014
I hate klepto-roommates,
get sick and tired of waking up
to find my personal food missing.

They never leave
any thank you notes
or a tiny bit of cash,
just lots of
empty dishes & boxes.

******,
that thieving-behaviour
really ****** me off,
makes me want
to smash them in the kisser,
but I totally abhor violence,
so I came up
with a method to fix
their selfish actions-
I put anchovies on everything
& it works,
even when they're drunk.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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