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you know those tv dinners? the ones with the corn mashaed potatoes and salisbury steak? the meat is soaked with that weird brown liquid they call 'gravy' ( though it really isn't) and it's all very fine and sloppy and it feels like chewing cardboard that's been left under the rain. the corn is fresh (though it really isn't) and the potatoes are... edible i suppose (though it really isn't). yeah, those tv dinners. well they keep me fed so i guess that's ok. i'll have one for dinner every night because there's no time to cook. salisbury steak, the one that comes in the red box, that's my favorite. feast produced (not cooked because i'm sure they're made in some sick scientist's lab) for champions (because only a true champion can digest this stuff well)!
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
a poem about tv dinners. it's called: a poem about tv dinners
you know those tv dinners? the ones with the corn mashaed potatoes and salisbury steak? the meat is soaked with that weird brown liquid they call 'gravy' ( though it really isn't) and it's all very fine and sloppy and it feels like chewing cardboard that's been left under the rain. the corn is fresh (though it really isn't) and the potatoes are... edible i suppose (though it really isn't). yeah, those tv dinners. well they keep me fed so i guess that's ok. i'll have one for dinner every night because there's no time to cook. salisbury steak, the one that comes in the red box, that's my favorite. feast produced (not cooked because i'm sure they're made in some sick scientist's lab) for champions (because only a true champion can digest this stuff well)!
having one as i typed this in. mmmmmm. wish me luck digesting this stuff.
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
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