I'm sorry, I know deep down, you are still a whiny eight year old who is mad he can't order hamburger at a fancy restaurant, but that indeterminate hunk of meat you are eating is not good food. At best, it is a well-seasoned tender piece of indeterminate near-tasteless meat. Fucking grow up and eat real food.
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(The other Jane)
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
(The other Jane)