Thursday, July 16, 2009

DON'T MAKE ME PULL OUT MY STEEL.

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the old me
would have
reached to the heavens
grabbed handfuls of
lightning
& commenced to
fuckin' shit up
all proper like

but that didn't happen,
now did it?

the new & improved me
grabbed the push-broom
walked to the back isle
of the warehouse
& commenced to
sweepin' all proper like
while wiping tears of
anger & frustration
off my face.

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