Friday, March 25, 2011

Poetry

To the guy in my recent conference:

Your neck must be sore
From holding up your inflated head.
You are a giant turkey.

But even if I basted you
I still wouldn't eat you.
Because you are stupid.

The end.



To the woman who sat beside me in said conference:

Shut up.
Please do not speak to me
About my nail polish.
I am trying to listen
To someone speak
About plane crashes
And how they affect
People.

Thank you.



To the guy who cut me off on the highway:

Why couldn't you wait
Two seconds longer.
There was no one behind me,
Asshole.

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