they fall the 5-7-5 syllable deal. the first one was a typical thing i would write, but as it goes on the poems get increasingly anti-PC aka offensive for the sake of being offensive aka fucking dumb.
1:
bound in eights, head wound
sugar jar traffics shaft, tra-
uma like glory holes.
2:
if you were a man,
you would suck your vagina
dry as sand fountains.
3:
today is nine e-
leven. i hear the sales are
so worth falling for.
4:
Hitler laughing my
ass off. make like Auschwitz ov-
ens and lighten up.
5:
pedophilia.
what about all the good parts?
fuck you, Chris Hansen
6:
idle hands spend time
probing animal sphincters.
lucky idle hands.
7:
i almost forgot
all about AIDS. i guess cute
white kids are now safe.
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