I must be brief. I am supposed to be writing a paper. This fat dirty weird student in the coffee shop for the last 45 minutes has been asking every single person who comes in if they speak japanese. And then he protests with grunts and moans when they don't, like it is the end of the world. Finally, 5 minutes ago, a guy walked in who does speak japanese. I wonder what he needed to know in japanese. He is
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I Feel
I feel
Sad when you playa-hate
My desper-ate
Inapropri-ate
Incontin-ate
Despond-ate
Attempt-iate
At taking off my soul's pantaloons
through poetry's might!
Roses are Red
Persons of Japanese Origin are Yellow
I'm a poet and my foot doth know it
Because it is a Longfellow .
From a webpage dedicated to camel toe haiku:
Cuntry divided
East versus West in Toe Land
Bush torn between sides.
Marigoldenstein, that is the loveliest poem. All of the poems submitted for my humble perusal have been some of the best I've ever read. And that's no lie. I didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
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