I’m sick of the ghost anthology it makes my life hell
When I google myself and find only things I don’t write
Because the ghost is taking up space, gasps Who wrote this?
Place where our dead poems see viewers puke for first time!
I will tell you when I was a child
I was the emperor of nudity
But I am without nudity because I’m in that anthology
Where all the rich poon hangs out
No one wants to be nude and vulnerable
In a room filled with the richest poon.
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