A Fuck Cancer Poem Which I Have Wrote
By Michael Edward Mitchell, Age 48
Bricks!
Go Away!
Come again another day!
(Or even better, don't ever come back again!)
Little Eddie
Wants to Play!
Well, actually Little Eddie ain't so little and he needs to get to work,
but then he'd like to:
Thrift
Work at the Booths
Price and Pack Stuff
Go to Yard Sales
Eat Out
Do Work at the House
Do Work in the Yard
Love on that Kosh
Maybe Take a Walk
Maybe Take a Walk
Whatever.
The bricks are still in the way, though.
Shoo, bricks, shoo!
2 comments:
BAD bricks!
A poem by Shara: Age undisclosed
Cancer sucks,
Bricks suck,
Eddie does not suck.
The end.
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