Thursday, December 18, 2008

Anthology of Hell

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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